Jack came home for his friends wedding reception, it would be good, he hadn't ate well in months. The hall was filled with old friends, food and booze. Jack was thinner than he had been in years. Toasted ketchup and Ichiban soup his main staple. A couple of old skanks Jack had screwed years prior, were lingering like stale smoke. Jack was filling himself on free whiskey and ham and cheese sandwiches when the prettier of the two came to sell their wares, Jack grabbed at a hand full of ass cheek that had fallen from its keeper and slid his finger in just enough to taste a smell. That warranted a slap in which Jack lost a mouth full of ham and cheese. So he snuck a whiff of his finger and ordered another drink. Soon skank # 2 was buttering his bread and ordering his whiskeys. Jack stumbled off the tables with his untucked white shirt soaking up spilt drinks blowing kisses of chewed bits at the lovelies. Soon the food was being packed away and skank #2 had a firm grip on Jack's crotch, he followed her to her beat up Maverick and she whisped his drunken stupor home to her condemned palace of pleasure. She lit candles and lay a bed spread on the floor, she was a romantic and Jack was a horn dog with a bone, he thought he would make it simple and went for it from the top side with vision through one eye, one maybe two strokes into it, he belched from deep within, then as he tried tried hold back he came like a volcano erupting ham and cheese all over her hair. It was a bloody mess but Jack had not had sex in quite some time either, so he kept on stroking until he collapsed in her puke covered hair, four or maybe five strokes later.
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