Max Enjoys a Sunrise Service

"That's a good man-whore. Now time to earn it."

Last time we spoke, I had just started fucking a self-labeled 'Horny Goth Girl with Huge Tits, No Gag Reflex and High Pain Tolerance'. I can attest to all but the last one. After tormenting her with three forced/controlled orgasms using toys, I shoved my cock into her just as I gave her the command to cum again and fucked her straight through the fourth, prolonging it in the best way possible.

By the time I let her free, she was carnally feral.

I'd give you a blow by blow (Stroke by stroke?) of what happened next, but I honestly lost track of what was happening for the better part of the next hour or so. Last thing I remember was dozing off behind her, my fuck-sore cock being warmed at her insistence in her ass.

By this point in the stories I've been sharing with you, I hope you can appreciate that I'm no longer surprised at waking up in strange places, strange beds, with partners that are little more than strangers themselves. Some of this is due to the SI app of course- the whole purpose to freely share one- or limited sexual experiences with a variety of partners rather than build any sort of long-lasting relationships. Not that they discourage long-lasting relationships. They make that very clear during the sign-up process. They just recognize that sex alone isn't the best basis for starting/maintaining one.

Of topic. Getting back.

Part of it has to do with my chosen career as a writer. When at all possible, I travel to new places, see different sights, talk to different people. Yes, I actually TALK to people too. It's not all sex sex sex. That's just the part I tell you about because waves hands at our general location you and I wouldn't be HERE if you wanted to hear something else. So yeah, hotels rooms I checked into, or ones I didn't, stranger's apartments or homes. Once in the backseat of a converted school bus. Farmer's daughter in a barn.

That one time in Bermuda when I woke up alone on a beach blanket after falling asleep under a full moon with Justine.

Or that time... my first time... when I woke up in the early hours of a hot summer day in my treehouse and watched 'her' slipping back through the fence to her house and husband. And no, you're not getting that story. Ever. It's enough to say that she was drunk, lonely and horny, I was too young (Like 'not legal' too young.) but available. It wasn't good for either of us and we never spoke of it. She's still married and I wish her nothing but good.

Anyway...

I woke up with her curled under my arm, head on my shoulder, soft naked body pressed to my side. Gently snoring. Felt nice having her warm skin against me, arm across my chest the blankets probably a rumpled mess mostly covering her. One hand slowly stroking me to full hardness and the other playing with my thigh.

Wait. What?

I lifted my head just in time to see a poof of golden-brown hair cover my groin, feeling the brush of a tongue caress me from balls to tip.

"Umm..." my voice failed me for a moment while this stranger lazily licked my cock. "*cough* Good morning?"

"Shaping up that way, isn't it?" She replied brightly, looking up with a dazzling smile. Sitting back on her knees, she didn't stop slowly stroking my hard-on. I'd seen her before, but was having a hard time placing where until I saw the tight vintage t-shirt that declared 'Tramp' across her chest in a script straight from the disco era. This was the small woman dancing with the two guys in the club last night. The one Tempest told me was setting herself up with a MMF threesome.

Her roommate-cum-girlfriend.

"I knew Tempe was going to be all over you as soon as I saw you last night," she confirmed, as though waking up a complete stranger in your girlfriend's bed with a hand job is completely normal. "She like the older, strait-laced type. Likes giving you that 'taste of the forbidden fruit' she's got going on. Bet you surprised the crap out of her with this." Her fingers teased my bar thoughtfully. "Pity I missed the main event. But at least I can be here for the morning after!"

And with that, she went straight back down to lick my cock again.

I don't think it matters if it was my shifting about to get comfortable with the girl forcing herself between my legs or our brief conversation, but Tempest chose that moment to wake up. Looking down my body, she saw the mass of curly hair belonging to her girlfriend covering my lap.

"Damnit Lene," she croaked, her mouth dry, reaching down to push the other woman away from my dick. "Didn't you have two cocks to suck last night?"

Lene popped back up onto her knees good-naturedly, licking her lips and still stroking me leisurely. Then she pouted prettily.

"Oh Tempe, they were so boring!" She stopped stroking and started tracing her index fingers up and down my shaft, circling my swollen and sensitive head and occasionally playing with the shining metal rod just under my crown. "I mean, sure, they were pretty boys with nice hard bodies and even harder cocks and they were strong and had lots of stamina and stretched my cunt and asshole out DPing me like it was their job, but come on! If you both want to fuck my tight little cunt and creampie me at the same time, at least be a man about it and lick me clean! Know what I mean?" The last she directed towards me.

"I'll agree with the cleanup part. It's just common courtesy." I tried to get more comfortable after Tempest slid off the bed and padded to the kitchen area to get some water. "As for the rest? I've never been a part of a male-male-female threesome, so I can't really say."

"You don't have a friend whose dick you'd suck clean of girl cum?" She slid back down, laying on the bed between my open legs. She kept watching my face, casually slipping my hard cock into her mouth.

"I don't have any male friends I'd consider having a threesome with, if that's what you're asking." And I didn't. Most of the guys I knew even a little were solidly straight and we barely discussed sports, let alone sex. But then, there was Rod and his boyfriend in California, the porn couple... "I suppose the chance did come up recently but I was occupied with other bodies at the time."

"What? Like an orgy?" She stopped sucking my cock long enough to ask the question, then went right back to hungrily sucking on just the top few inches, still staring up at me innocently.

"Something like that."

"Crap are you a greedy whore," Tempest climbed up onto the bed, handing me a tall glass of water before pushing her girlfriend out of the way and trapping my cock in her own mouth.

"I can't help it!" Lene protested, running her fingers through the mess of Tempest's pink hair. "There I am, dripping a spooge smoothie outta my puss and these two pretty cocks looking like lollipops just begging to be licked clean and put back in and they just won't help me clean each other up! I wanted to watch them sucking each other clean before they went back to fucking me senseless and they just kept telling me how hot I looked with a dirty cock in my mouth!"

"Poor baby," Tempe dryly commented, grinding on my hand as I reached between her legs to rub her pussy. Which is about when I noticed that Lene was only wearing her tee. And still the most dressed person in the room. "Missed out on your personal yaoi fantasy again."

"I know! I was sooo disappointed. All I got out of it was a few drinks and a belly full of pretty-boy cum. I'm sure they wanted to fuck me more when they woke up, but I was so bored I just came home." She pouted, running her fingers back and forth across my chest. "I should have come home with you guys and had more fun."

"Possibly," I admitted.

"Probably," Tempest countered. By now I was finger-fucking her pussy and trying to bring Lene closer to my free hand to do the same. She shifted closer, allowing me to caress her small, tight little butt. She stuck her tongue out at Tempe.

"Well then, what did YOU GUYS do?" She pointedly looked around at the destroyed bedding and scattered toys from the night before.

Tempest told her- everything from the frenzied face-fucking in the parking lot to dropping off to sleep with her ass pleasantly warming my cock. By the time she finished, sitting up against the headboard with Lene leaning back against her, finally topless and showing off her tiny tits. She was small and lean, a sharp contrast to Tempest's comfortable hippy-ness and huge boobs. If Tempe's hair hadn't been bright pink, I would have compared them to night and day.

I lay on my stomach between their open legs, languidly licking Lene's hot little box. I wasn't kidding when I said she was tiny. I'm not sure how she managed to get two cocks in her slit but whatever she did, it didn't affect her sensitivity. This wasn't a pussy-licking to make her cum, this was strictly to drive her pleasantly mad.

"Fuck. All that sounds so hot," she purred happily, running her fingers through my hair. Tempest played with her small cones and long nipples, teasing and keeping them erect enough to cut glass. Encircling Lene's hips with my arms, I ran my thumbs in long strokes over Tempest's wet slit behind the small girl's butt. "Older guys- who knew?"

"Something to be said for age and experience," I said from between her legs. "Sometimes it pays to take your time."

Then I pushed my face firmly into her pussy and ground my tongue-stud against her clit. The quiet build-up of pleasure suddenly became a lightning bolt rampaging through her heart and brain. The clever comeback became a surprised shout when the unexpected orgasm crashed through her. It took quite a lot of effort to keep her down where I could keep tonguing her slit.

"Fuck me," she panted, coming out of the orgasmic rush with me still calmly licking her lips and digging my tongue into her sweet hole. "You've GOT to show me how to do that!"

"Certainly. Shall we?"

"Oh no you don't!" Tempest declared, pushing Lene off her lap and lunging forward. I prudently and not at all by accident 'lost' the ensuing wrestling match in a tangle of arms legs and heavy tits smothering me. She skillfully gathered my arms to my side, trapping them against my body in the clamp of her powerful thighs. Somewhere I was sure Lene was lending her lightweight to the battle. Shee certainly got my attention by reaching down to grab my balls.

"You win! You win!" I surrendered, crying out into the deep valley of her cleavage.

"Damn right you fucking tease!" She wiggled on top of me, her crotch pressing my cock hard against my belly. "You made me BEG for your cock last night. Today? It's my turn! Lene, get his hands."

She stayed crouched on my chest like a powerful jungle cat, holding me in place while Lene secured first one wrist, then the other, to the metal headboard using leather cuffs and a thick canvas strap. I struggled a little bit for show but, after all turnabout is fair play. And I've been subconsciously exploring my submissive side since the landing in California anyway, so lets see what she's got in mind.

Didn't take me long to find out.

"So, Mister Cock-Tease," she sat up, rubbing my cock under her wet pussy with the motion of her hips. "I'm guessing you've never fucked another man?"

"No. Never been attracted to one."

"Anyone fuck your ass?" She was playing with my nipples, making it very difficult to focus. Damnit, I really needed to fuck her now. Or Lene. Honestly, have you ever known me to be picky?

"Huh?" Clear the brain fog genius! "Uhh... fingers only. Ah... aum... a partner made me cum using only prostate massage recently." More than once, but that's for another day.

"Good for her." She scooted up top sit higher on my chest, with only the tip of my dick between her slot and my stomach. One shift of her hips and I'd be inside her. She leaned back.

And pulled my legs up into the air. This was a position I was getting quite familiar with recently. And knowing that did NOT help ease the blood pounding in my throat or cock.

Lene attached bands around my thighs, just above my knees, then clipped them to more straps coming off the headboard. Tempest moved off of me after the first one, sliding off the bed to rummage around on the floor. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could certainly see Lene's wicked smile, flashed between long licks of my vulnerable cock and the sticky mixture of our shared precum on my belly.

"I told you," she reminded me, swirling her tongue around my cockhead and left nipple. "She likes the quiet-looking older guys. More fun to corrupt."

"Get him ready for me, tramp," Tempest tossed a bottle of lubricant onto the bed where I could see it. What I couldn't see was her from the waist down, though I had a pretty good idea what was coming. "I want to make him beg to cum."

Lene didn't grab the lube right away. Instead, she laid down mostly out of my sight and began licking my balls and taint. I tried to relax and send my mind elsewhere rather than focus on my situation (Of my own choice mind you.) rather than the teasing of her tongue. But that all disappeared when she forced my cheeks open a bit more with her small hands and started rimming my asshole.

"Fuuucckkk..." I moaned, feeling my balls fall to either side of her nose, her tongue swirling and probing my hole. I was a technique I wanted to remember the next time I ate out an ass.

"Oh yes," Tempest agreed, climbing onto the bed. I could now see the harness she wore. And the long, thin cock jutting out from her crotch. I wanted to shut my eyes. Clear the image and slow down my nervously pounding heart before... But I was transfixed, watching her stroke it knowingly, coating it with lube. "I'm definitely going to enjoy fucking you."

Then Lene pulled my sack away from my body and slipped a snug silicone ring around them, separating my balls from my body. I knew just enough about cock rings to know I would not be cumming easily until they opened that ring. Precum already made a sticky pool on my stomach, and it dawned on me that if I came right then and there, it would be all over my face.

I wasn't put off by the idea. Tempe hadn't been the first woman I'd given a facial to, after all. I wondered how it would feel, watching as my cock sprayed cum at me. I could see my pounding pulse making it dance up and down. Watched beads of sticky precum leak out and make lazy, lingering drop trails from my tip to my belly.

Ignored when Lene coated her fingers with lube. Did not miss when she pushed them inside me though. My breath caught and it took me a bit to remind myself to calm down, relax and breathe through it just the way Doctor G had taught me. I closed my eyes and relaxed, accepting her two fingers inside me. Soon she added a third. Her hand wasn't as big as the doc's, nor as skilled, but she got the job done. I was soon ready for Tempest and her strap.

"Who are you using honey?" Lene scooted off to the side, letting Tempest take her place below me. The big breasted Goth Girl rubbed her cock against mine, emphasizing what was about to happen just in case I had forgotten. It was a very lifelike dildo.

"First timer like him?" She pulled back, dropping the strap-on out of my sight. I knew right where it was though. I could feel it touching my hole. Lene helped her, reaching down to pull my cheeks apart. "He gets Jack-ed."

I did not hear what was said next. I was more focused on the slow pressure building up at my asshole when she pressed her his forward. Her head eased me open and I did everything I could to calm my body's natural instinct to stay tight. The head was just a bit smaller than mine, though you may recall I'm a bit longer and thicker than average (According to most of my previous lovers. I've never done a comparative anatomy study to confirm.). By the time her head passed my ring, my skin had cooled and my breathing ragged.

There was the sound of more lube, then another slow push deeper into my body. I groaned, feeling my legs start to shake.

"Holy fucknuts!" Lene exclaimed. "Look at that!"

I opened my eyes to see the flood of precum oozing out of my tip. She started to bend down to take me into her mouth. I wasn't sure I could take that while Tempest took my anal cherry.

Tempest stopped her friend from giving me the most memorable cocksucking of my life, I'm sure.

"Leave it alone," she said, grabbing her girlfriend's hair and pulling her away from my leaking cock. "He needs to beg for it." Then she pushed another few inches into me.

Clinically, I knew what was going on- she was introducing a few inches at a time into my otherwise virgin asshole to allow my body time to accept and adjust before going deeper. I've done this a few times with women who might not have any or much anal experience. Those with more take less time to adjust. Those pornos where a guy walks up behind a girl and stuffs her pooper with a big 'log-o-meat' dick to the hilt? She's not a virgin (Sorry, spoilers!) and they've had some time to get ready off camera.

Physically, it felt like she was shoving a big 'log-o-meat' deep enough to tickle the back of my throat even though I KNEW it was only seven or eight inches long and I was not positioned for truly deep penetration.

I wondered briefly if she wanted to replay the fourth test where I slipped most of a double ended dildo up her ass?

With a grunt and thrust of her hips, she shoved the last of it home inside me. I still felt chilled, and my legs trembled a bit, but it didn't hurt, which was a relief. I felt very full. I don't really want to relate it to taking a big healthy shit, but that's the closest I can come. I could feel the warm burn of my hole stretched around her cock, the pressure of her stomach pressed against my buttocks, the strength of her hands gripping my legs. And the steady flow of fluid leaking out of my dick.

I looked over at Lene, now leaning back on a pile of pillows, her legs open. Her hand was busy, teasing a dildo up and down her pussy, waiting to fuck herself when Tempest started truly fucking me.

"Remember the safe word, slut?" Tempest asked me, grabbing my cock and milking a fountain of sticky fluid from me. I wanted to jump and strain, but between her grip on my dick and her strap up my ass, I was effectively pinned in place. I opened my mouth to reply but she stopped me by pushing her fluid-soaked fingers into my mouth, so I simply nodded, sucking her fingers clean.

Not bad. Drinking lots of juice really does work.

It always amazes me how the simple act of moving your hips back and forth in a pretty basic pattern translates into so much pleasure. She had it down to an art, working her hips in a circle, drawing her cock out of me, then pushing it back in. Slowly at first, still giving me time to adjust, then faster and faster. I grunted and moaned with pleasure. I was really beginning to enjoy having women use my ass for pleasure.

It felt great, but not enough to make me cum.

Until she buried her cock inside me, stopped, and started energetically jacking me off. Until then, I had blocked out how much my balls ached, how much I needed to fuck and cum and orgasm and fuck. That's when I got vocal.

"Oh Goddess! Ugghhh... pleaseplease... shit... fuck... unnnghgh... please let Your slut-boy cum for You!"

Yeah, I dressed it up for her. She's the Domme right now. Felt appropriate.

Lene scooted back up beside me. I'd caught glimpses of her pounding a dildo in and out of her pussy and really envied that toy. Her slit looked so tight!

She grabbed the band holding my balls away from my body. I would explode the second it was released.

I was so focused on her hands, I almost didn't see Tempe pick up a large cylinder filled with white fluid. I opened my mouth to protest, to beg more.

She shoved the plunger down. I had a sudden and overwhelming feeling of cool, thick fluid spraying out of the end of the strap and filling my ass. My protest became a shocked cry.

Lene yanked free the restricting band. I started spraying my own cum all over my face and chest.

More than a little ended up in my mouth. I didn't hate the taste.

I'm not too proud to admit I needed a few minutes in the bathroom to recover after that. My first pegging experience took a lot out of me.

And, judging by the number of times I had to flush the toilet, put a lot into me too. That fake cum is a better digestive cleanser than beans and broccoli! At the end there, it felt like I was shitting out meals I hadn't even eaten yet.

TMI, right?

I didn't clean myself up though. At least not much from the butt up. Mostly just dealt with everything that had just come out. So, when I returned to the open area of the loft, I was still sticky with my own ejaculate (Word of the Day!).

Tempest had Lene on the end of the bed, pounding into her tight little pussy with abandon, fucking her with the same strap she used on me. Lene had a wild, wanton look in her eye that said to me she'd already climaxed once and it wasn't enough. She wanted MORE!

Tempe looked at me with a silent 'You ok?' so I nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She pushed her girlfriend back down onto the bed and pulled her legs open.

"If you can get it up again," she chided, seeing that I was already getting hard again. "Get your dick over here and help me fuck this insatiable bitch."

The look in Lene's eyes said everything- this was what she's wanted on coming home from her unsatisfying night and finding her lover in bed with me. She wanted to feel my cock fill her, feel the beads on either end of my bar rub her walls in new and delicious ways while sucking her girlfriend's huge soft tits. I stepped up between her open legs, Tempest reaching around to grab ahold of my cock and slap it a few times against the slot eagerly waiting before us.

I really didn't need much encouragement.

Her wet lips parted around my swollen head, coaxing a lusty giggle from her as I sunk into her willing body. And when I say she was TIGHT, I'm not exaggerating. I can see why she was a popular girl because getting into that pussy all the way felt like fucking a virgin's ass the first time. And the irony of that statement is not lost on me.

"Oh gawd," she gasped, spreading her legs even wider to take me deeper. "That fucking stud..."

"Feels fucking wild, doesn't it?" Tempest pressed into my back, reaching around to rub my pubes and belly. When Lene reached up for me, Tempe pushed me over. I thought I was bending to take her mouth in a heated kiss, but she just wanted to lick the drying mess on my chest, not that I'm complaining.

Tempest wanted me bent over for a different reason.

Not thinking, I opened my legs for her searching hand, thinking she wanted to play with my balls a little, or perhaps finger me while I fucked her friend. Then I felt the slick round tip of the strap against my asshole and, before I could think on what I was doing, pulled out of Lene in a sweet back stroke and pushed myself right onto it. I groaned very loudly.

"Fuck yeah, slut boy, get on that cock!" Tempest encouraged, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. So far back I almost pulled out of Lene.

The challenge in her eyes! 'Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and make me forget those silly boys! Use my tight little cunt! Maybe I'll even let you fuck MY ass next!' I pushed forward again, pulling off Tempest's cock and back into Lene's hot slit.

Back and forth. In and out. Impaling and being impaled. Fucking and being fucked.

I resisted when Lene climaxed, but only just. Leaving just my head inside her, I took Tempest's grinding hips until Lene settled again. A moment more and I would have finished too.

I turned Lene on her side, pressing her legs tightly together and really trapping my cock in her, pushing my weight into her with each stroke. Tempest let go of my hips and grabbed my shoulders, suddenly thrusting fast and deep, shouting that she was 'so close'. Before I could react, she let go and hit the plunger again.

The 'orgasm' travelled down the tube to the base of the strap, through the sculpted silicone balls, up the shaft and out the narrow slit at the end, filling me with a sticky white goo that could have stood a few minutes in a bucket of hot water before being let loose. It triggered my own climax, as if going into my ass and out through my cock, being warmed enough to coat Lene's inner walls with pleasing warmth. My cumming inside her did not make her climax though.

My kneeling at the end of the bed to eat it out of her did.

On the drive home several hours later, I got a phone call from Jessica. It's funny how several hours of sexual exhaustion suddenly disappeared at the sight of her profile picture. I put her on speaker.

"Hey Jessica, what's up?"

"Hey yourself Max! How's it hanging?" She sounded excited about something.

"At the sound of your voice? 'Hanging' isn't the operative word." She's in California. No harm in flirting shamelessly with someone you've slept with, especially since she's foremost in my mind and I'll probably jerk off to one of her pic sets at some point after I get home.

"Oh? I'm not catching you in the middle of anyone am I?"

"On my way home from a playdate now." And sitting on a towel because my jeans are probably not ever going to be clean again.

"Oooooo, do tell!"

"It was... eventful. You and Tanya started something, and I just took the next step. I'm dri... on the freeway now, so not the best time to go into details. How about you?" 'Driving' always led to the 'Driving who? Is she cute?' jokes.

"We're coming back around to that later, Maxie." She probably would too. Not that I minded. If I ever made it back out to Los Angeles, the chances of our hooking up again were pretty high.

I know, I know. She's in the Porn Industry and probably into me just to keep me on board with the deal. That MIGHT even be the case. I felt we clicked even during the times we weren't screwing like teenagers, but that could have been an act. Let's just say I'm cautiously hopeful but not hanging my hat on that particular star.

And that stripper in New York really DID love me for ME and not the twenties I drunkenly stuffed in her g-string damnit!

"Tanya is taking me and a few others to a party tonight. We're supposed to mingle, be eye-candy and otherwise charm the money folks into giving the studio money." She sounded resigned. One of the things she'd confided in me is how much being willing to show and share her body on camera made people ignore how smart she really was. 'Summa Cum Laude' gets turned from Achievement to Joke all too easily.

"Sounds 'fun'," I ventured, probably accurately assessing 'otherwise charm' meant she and the others of Tanya's entourage would be a bit more than visual entertainment. Much like, if I'm being honest with myself, the bacchanal that was thrown for me during my visit, just larger and with more important people. "Pity, it seems my invitation got lost in the mail."

"Next time you're out here studly!" She perked up audibly. "And that's why I'm calling, we want you to make another trip out. Meet with the writers, share the series bible if you've got one, maybe meet the cast! Did I tell you we've got some casting choices for everyone but Anan?"

"Nope. It hasn't come up."

"Well, we've been working on it. Thought to maybe even offer you a chance to play Baskerville himself! Do it in a Forsythe Charlie's Angels way where it's just your voice and hands or whatever." That 'whatever' being my dick because I made sure even my shadowy puppet master got laid every few books or so. I suppose that could be a thing in the series, if it got that far, Baskerville delivering his briefings or end scene congrats while getting sucked off by a new starlet each episode.

Hey dipshit! Keep your eyes on the road, not the imaginary girl giving you a hummer six months from now! I got back in my lane.

"I'll have to talk that over with Tabitha and Karen, see what they have to say." Probably say they want to come with me to meet everyone and hopefully get the same sort of welcome. "They'll skin me alive if I go out there and make another headache for them without checking first."

"What sort of timeframe works for you?"

"Let's see- I need a few days to tune up the bible, pack... drive's about four or five days. Three if I go straight through but I really don't like doing that..."

"You still on about not flying?"

"I'm telling you, flying fucks with my head in multitudinous unfun ways. I got lucky last time. What are the chances of THAT happening again? I'd much rather drive. Probably should get this beast in for service before I make another long drive come to think of it. There's the holiday weekend coming up, that's always a fun driving day. Plus, I like to fuck around on the road..."

"Oh, that's not surprising." I could HEAR the smirk. "I'm surprised you make it out of your building wearing pants."

"Ha ha. Fine 'screw arou'..."

"Phrasing." Jessica singsonged.

"Pedestrian. 'Sightsee' then." I pulled into my usual parking spot near my building. I saw Anne saying goodbye to her kids as they left for another weekend with Daddy, then walk away tucking a large sketchpad into a big purse. Must be taking a class. Good on her. "Factor everything together... two, maybe three weeks?"

"Hmmmm... two would be better obviously. You check with Tabitha and set things up with her, then call me back when you know more, ok?"

"That works. Should I expect another stay in the pool house, or should I arrange for an extended stay hotel?"

"You let me know when you're coming, and I'll make arrangements." There was a noticeable pause. "And Max? Don't worry. You won't be sleeping alone."

She hung up before I could respond.

Thank you everyone who has been following this series. It's been fun to write and even I have NO IDEA where the plot is going next.

Continued in the next installment- Max On the Road- Chasing Rainbows

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