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I was never close with my family. My parents shipped me off to school as soon as I was old enough. Not sure what I did wrong, probably nothing. They were always focussed on their careers, a barrister and a brain surgeon. Two very clever people.

On the plus side, only having to see them during the school holidays made for a nice change. No dorms, I had 'my own room' which never felt like mine. I vaguely remembered the stuff in it, but it felt more like staying in the same hotel every year.

My parents told me that boarding school builds character. I guess that's what I became; a character. You might think a child would act out in those situations, but you would be wrong in my case. I was always the quiet one in class, did my homework and my grades were always good.

Mind you I did have some fun, all boys schools have some advantages. Games of soggy biscuit and other disgusting things; I was exposed to all sorts and I kind of liked some of it. Giving a little head to the head boy, for some favour or other. Though growing up like that, it gives one an odd perspective on life and family.

My dorm mates were my siblings, though they were changed year on year. I learned to get on with others and even spot those who wanted to get on me. What an education, I could tell you some stories. Though that is exactly why I am here and talking isn't it, to tell you a story.

Well, sorry to disappoint but this story starts way away from those stuffy halls and corridors. It starts at Oxford, a great old university, naturally, it was where I ended up; a rich boy with good grades. However, I still had a roommate, though our shared accommodation was a lot better than a dorm. I had my own room, a shared living room and bathroom.

My roommate, Chester, was a gorilla. Poor chap was from a more modest background. His father was a businessman of some sort; finance so I won't bore you with the details. He had done well to get to Oxford. Plus he was a likeable chap. Open and friendly, especially when you picked up the tab in the pub. Sad to say he was as straight as the day is long; though what happened after dark stayed between us. A chap has needs, and in the dark, a mouth is a mouth after all. We soon became the best of friends. I like best friends, I have dozens cause they are so nice.

It was through Chester that I got to experience a bit of family life. It was easter and the holidays were upon us. My parents were off somewhere, Tokyo maybe or maybe New York. Either way, Chester was going home for a couple of weeks. I was going to rough it out alone. However, Chester would not have it. He insisted I come home with him.

So, I packed up my bags and headed north; to the wild lands of Peterborough. His father's home was rather quaint, just two floors and four bedrooms. Now I suppose you know a lot about who I am, better tell you what. I'm a beaver, yes big broad tail and big teeth. Though I am very good at protecting guys from my teeth, you learn that skill fast in boarding school.

Body wise, I keep in shape; gym three times a week and a couple of runs. Discipline, another thing they do teach you at boarding school. So I had a nice fit body, a good swimmers build naturally. Blue eyes and about six foot tall if you need to know. Light golden brown fur, which is quite rare for a beaver. Not that I have had any complaints.

So, anyway, we arrived on the Friday and his father was at work. We got ourselves nicely situated; I got one of the spare rooms. Nice, but plain. Just what I was used to. To me, it was home. We planned to go out that night, but Chester said he needed to say hello to his dad before he left.

We were in the kitchen having coffee and biscuits when his father got back. I must say I felt an attraction right away. He was just like Chester, only bigger in every way. Couple of inches taller than me, broad at the shoulders, rotund of belly. His green eyes twinkled with mischief and his fur was a deep and smooth black.

“Hello, son," he said, his accent had a Yorkshire twang to it. That made his dark chocolate voice faintly musical. He dropped a briefcase by the door and took his coat off. Underneath he had a well-tailored suit, dark grey to match his fur. White shirt, and braces; which I noticed immediately, only older men or hipsters wear braces. One because they are practical and the other because they want to be different.

Chester gave his father's welcoming hug. Something that surprised me; I never hugged my father or mother. A good hearty handshake was the best I could hope for. Which is what I gave Chester's father as I was introduced. “Nice to meet you, Sir." His eyes seemed to twinkle a little more as I called him sir.

“Please, call me Jack. Any friend of Chester's is a friend of mine," he boomed at me as we shook hands. Our touch lingering just a little. “You two boys heading out to create some mischief no doubt? Don't let this old codger get in the way of your fun. I will just go get out of this monkey suit," Chester groaned at the joke. “ Hey, it's OK when we make that joke. Got to keep telling these old chestnuts or they will die out."

Taking his jacket off he treated me to a glimpse of belly fur poking out of his shirt. “Nice to meet you, Jacob. You boys have fun. I will just be here watching the footy."

“You mean watching Bake-Off, then Strictly don't you dad?" Chester asked with a laugh.

“Baking and dancing? Get off son, I may be gay but I'm not a puff," snorted the older gorilla, his eyes flicking to me just as he said gay. He wanted me to know it, I was sure. Sure enough, I felt my sheath swelling just a little at the thought. However, I fought such issues away. Chester was my best friend, his dad was off limits.

Though it was weird to watch the two together, they joked and talked so easily. Last time I spoke to my father was to wish him a happy birthday, he told me not to get sentimental.

“You say that now, but I remember when I called you during the last Bake-Off finals. You couldn't speak because Doreen dropped her upside down cake." Laughed Chester.

“Now have a heart son. Poor gal had worked her heart out, all of a sudden her upside down cake was right side up, on the floor." I chuckled a little at the terrible joke. Which was noted by another flick of attention from his eyes.

The two exchanged banter for a good ten minutes. I was agog, I never knew you could actually treat parents like that. However, eventually their exchange ended and Chester took me out on the town. Or what passed for town in the north. A few pubs and a lot of drinks; Chester met up with some old friends. He seemed to have really missed one girl; Darleen I think her name was, pretty girl I think. It's hard to remember her face as ninety per cent of the time I saw her she had Chester suctioned to her lips.

It became painfully clear, after an hour or so, that Chester was going to score. So as his best friend I knew the best thing I could do for him was to stop being a third wheel. The prospect of a night on the town solo was not appealing; I found a taxi rank and went back to Chester's.

Of course, soon as I got there I realised I actually didn't have a key to the property. I had to knock. It took a couple of minutes for the door to open; Jack gave me a warm smile. “Forgot your keys huh?"

“Yeah, sorry. Hope I didn't wake you, Sir." I replied and he laughed. He thought I was joking.

“Well, I know I am just some old fogey. It isn't my fault I can't keep up with you young whippersnappers out at all hours, coming home at a godforsaken nine-oh-five in the pm." He laughed as he let me in. We walked into the living room, the television was on. Jack gave me a sheepish look. “This may look like I am watching Strictly Come Dancing. However, it is just your eyes playing tricks on you; on account of the late hour." Despite his joke earlier, I couldn't help but notice he was still in his shirt and dress pants. His braces framing his broad stomach cutely. While his blue tie was pulled loose but was still fastened around his neck.

“They reached the voting yet?" I asked and he gave me a beaming grin.

“Naw, not yet. You want a can or a bottle?" He asked waving me to sit on the sofa.

“You got anything bitter or stout?" I asked as I parked my tail on the sofa.

“Oh, a stout man eh? Be still my heart," Jack placed his paw on his chest as he spoke. “I have a few nice dark bottles."

“I like a nice dark stout. They taste so much more mature," I flushed a little, flirting with your best friend's father was a definite breach of ethics. Chester would not approve. Although, since he was sucking face with some random bird and not sticking with his mate, I figured a little flirting with his dad was justified.

A bottle of nice stout ale was pressed into my paws and he sat down on the other end of the sofa. His legs naturally spreading wide and my eyes naturally checking out the bulge, “so, did my son hook up with some lass?"

Blushing, I squirmed on the sofa, “no… I mean…"

A warm and soft paw landed on my shoulder. Jack looked into my eyes and smiled, as his leathery paw squeezed. “Son, I know my boy. He ain't no shy wallflower. I am aware he has banged a few drums in his time. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't played percussion myself, on more than one occasion. So you don't need to lie for him. Plus he is nineteen, his own man. If he wants to hook up, he don't need my permission; any more than I need his, if I see a tasty piece that looks like he would enjoy playing with my drumstick."

Damn, how badly I wanted to take up the drums when he said that. I bit my lips and nodded to affirm that his son was indeed hooking up. In fact, I was fairly sure by this point a past tense would be appropriate. Chester's paws had wandered places that let me know he would not need a dark room and my mouth tonight.

We watched television in silence for a bit. The show ended and Jack started talking again, “so Oxford, your parents must be proud. I know I am. Proud and skint, that school is not cheap."

“I guess they are," guessing was right. They'd never said a word either way. I think I met their expectations but did not exceed them.

“Fuck son, you are going to one of the greatest universities in the whole world. Maybe even the greatest. That is a fucking accomplishment, you should crow about it," Jack replied cheerily. I felt a strange warmth hearing those words, along with a desperation to hear more.

Of course, humility is heavily encouraged in boarding schools. Don't get above your station, don't be a braggart. “I guess, though my school teachers deserve the credit they…"

“No, son. They don't. Maybe they taught you, but you learned. Not everyone does, not everyone can. You learned. You passed your exams well and now you are off to be the future of this country," I had never really known love, not until that moment. I loved that old gorilla. Not because he was hot, but because of how he made me feel about being me. I had never felt anything about being me until that moment.

“So, young, smart, humble and, if I may say so, very handsome." Oh, he may say so, he may say so all bloody night long. “You got a girl back at uni…" There was a slight pause and silence then he added. “Or a guy even."

I shook my head, “no guys or girls." I replied, hoping he would notice I put guys first and stressed the word slightly. I was flirting and I knew it. Chester would not approve, but once more I justified this to myself because he was off banging Darleen like an enthusiastic nun bangs a tambourine.

From the smile that spread across Jack's face, I knew both my flirt and hint had been received, understood and very welcomed. With a nod of his head, he asked, “the beer OK?"

“Yeah," I replied, flushing with embarrassed heat I added. “I do like to drink something dark, full-bodied and mature." I could not have thrown myself at him any harder if I had used a medieval trebuchet. Although, he was certainly ready to receive a ballistic beaver. His hand slipped onto his inner thigh and then up. My eyes tracked its every move hungrily.

That's when I saw that Chester's dad dressed to the left and that Chester probably took after his mother. The bulge I could see easily was double the thickness of my friend and longer too. My mouth filled up just looking at it, I had to choose between, swallow, drool or drown.

Choosing the first option, I found myself edging towards him. Which was okay, because he was leaning towards me. My heart raced, I knew this was wrong and yet somehow that just made it a thousand times more right. We never spoke; by unspoken agreement out lips met. His were plump and soft, slightly leathery.

Next, his tongue followed. The young guys I was used to were always too eager, and desperate. They jammed their tongues in deep and flailed it around like it was a blender and they wanted to make a smoothie. Jack's tongue pressed in, slowly, almost leisurely, like he had all the time in the world. He did as well, the television could have exploded and I would not have noticed.

I sucked on his tongue, teasing it with my own. While he deepened the kiss, drawing moans of bliss out of me; as water is drawn from a well. My heart skipped a beat as his hands grasped my shoulders. Then they slid, slowly down, lightly caressing until two leathery palms grasped around my wrists. Jack guided my paws to him and down, pressing them against his erect crotch.

My fingers twitched, finding his maleness tumescent, and ready. Beaver fingers caressed up and down his length and I moaned louder. I hungered for his meat, the more I caressed the more I needed it. Jack's lips parted from mine and he winked at me, “there is something full-bodied and mature for you to drink. If you think you can handle it, son."

The last of his words were a challenge, he was desperate for me and trying to goad me on. Not that he needed to, my fingers were already pulling down his flies. I reached inside, the damp heat seemed to almost burn; then I felt his leathery flesh, my entire body trembled and I gasped to feel it.

It was so thick, my fingers just barely reached around it. The surface tacky from the sweat of being trapped inside all day. Jack was going commando; I was never sure if he always went that way or if it was something he did knowing how we would end up. My body slipped off the sofa and I got on my knees before him.

Many a night I had knelt before his son, hungry and eager. Yet this was different. Comparing Chester to Jack is like comparing a McDonald's happy meal to a fine steak dinner. Jack was glorious, thick, long drooling, a glistening black rod. It sang to me as psirens sang to sailors, luring me in to wreck me upon his hard rock.

I started with a sniff, warmth and earth. It was so heavenly and yet devilish. A scent of a true male and I almost drown again. My lips met it first, then my tongue; swirling around his glans, teasing his meatus. Then slipping down I inhaled his heady musk right from the fruits that gave me my best friend. The scent was intoxicating, I was drunker on Jack than from the beer I had drunk.

“Come on lad. I want to feel your lips being put to good use," he groaned down at me. That was all I needed to hear; I swore to myself I would prove to this man that the worth and value of my muzzle was beyond measure. My mouth sealed around his cock, sucking firmly and my ears filled up with his pleasured moans.

Next, I pressed down a good hungry beaver devouring inch after inch of thick wood. I stuffed my face with his leathery member, sucking and slurping like only a real slut can. My ears feeding off his cries of passion and pleasure. Over and over I bobbed on his hot length, making him cry out.

Two strong paws grasped my head, that thick cock bucking upwards. I whimpered, as Jack took control fucking my hungry muzzle. Slowly at first, but with growing speed. My mouth never stopped, sucking harder and my tongue writhing against his thrusting flesh. His voice lifted up in celebration of my oral skills. Jack thrust faster and faster, breeding my mouth with animalistic desperation.

Jack's breath came in ragged desperate pants; his cock flooded my mouth with bitter pre. My hunger for his taste has barely been whet, let alone satisfied. I suckled on his thrusting member desperately, my paws finding his huge leather orbs, getting wet with his sweat.

The breath caught in his throat, and I felt his balls convulse. A moment later his thickness pulsed between my lips and my mouth was filled with his cream. Jack cried out, lost to the pleasure, his hips bucking fast as he reamed my muzzle; fucking more and more of his man milk into my hungry maw. I swallowed blast after blast, not letting a single drop escape.

Then, he fell back panting, temporarily spent. My lips pulled from his cock. A single pearl of cum balanced on his meatus; I scooped it up with my tongue. Standing up my paws cupped his cheeks, lifting them into a kiss. Moaning against his lips I thrust my tongue and the drop of his seed into his own maw. He sucked it down, every bit as hungrily as me. Our tongues danced, sharing the taste of his maleness with each other. Then he pulled back.

“Why don't we relocate to my bedroom, and I will return the favour and more?" Jack asked, his voice a deep and rumbling whisper. He didn't need to wait for a reply; I was already on my way to his room before he finished speaking.

I sat down on his bed and spread my legs; I was a seriously wanton slut. Though in my defence, he was hot as hell, his cock had tasted amazing and he had offered to return the favour. Jack arrived a step after me, pulling his shirt open, not even bothering to remove his tie. The thin fabric dangled over his broad stomach, just emphasising his sideband dominance. “Strip." He grunted as he dropped his trousers.

My clothes have never been removed so fast in my entire life. One second I was dressed, the next, I was naked. While my maleness was no match for Jack's it wasn't small by any standards. My legs spread wide offering up my aching member and he knelt down between them, like some primal god taking my sacrificial offering.

The first thing I felt was his lips. So warm and thick, then his tongue, strong and broad. It swirled my glans and made me cry out in bliss. I was too excited, too desperate I wouldn't last five seconds. Jack knew this, of course, he just wanted to milk me dry so that he could get to the next step.

We both knew it would happen. I was on his bed, naked, for a reason and it wasn't to satisfy his need for beaver cum. Oh no! He wanted my tail and damn it, I wanted him to take it. To take me, whole and hard. Chester never entered my mind, save for thoughts on how he was a poor imitation of his father.

A warmth surrounded my length, as Jack took it all. My voice lifted up again, my trembling paws grasped at the bed for support. His tongue squirmed over my whole rod and my breath caught in my throat. Over and over he bobbed on my length; again and again, I squealed in joy. Watching my glistening pinkness slip from his black lips.

“I… Can't hold off much longer," I moaned, deeply embarrassed at the few moments it had taken him to drive me to my peak. My warning fell on deaf ears, his mouth just sucked harder, bobbing his head faster. With no control left, I cried out, screaming in passion; while he milked my balls dry. Guzzling jet after jet of beaver seed.

When my orgasm began to fade, I panted, weak and exhausted. His lips overpowered mine in seconds, his broad tongue forcing its way into my maw. Then a warm rush, slimy and viscous. Beaver cum, it flooded my mouth. While his paws held me, locked in a kiss. His tongue pulled back, scraping itself clean of my cum, on my lips. Still, he held the kiss, until I swallowed my own juices then he broke off and grunted into my ear, “good boy."

If I was a dog my tail would have wagged so hard it would've fallen off. Instead, I just smiled dopily and looked up at him. My paws reaching up, caressing the broad gut that dominated my view. However, it was not yet my time to admire his body. “On all fours, son. Let me see that tight little college boy arse."

My body reacted before my mind. Pulling up onto the bed and rolling over, presenting myself as a prize for the taking. “Nice, I like a good well-behaved boy." He rumbled, his paws reaching out, grabbing and massaging my buttocks pulling them apart. I waited, expecting any moment for him to lift my tail and show me just how much better than his son he was.

My tail was lifted, only I felt his breath on my taint; hot and yet somehow cooling. I gave a whimper of pure desire. Nobody had ever eaten me out before. Every part of my body trembled in anticipation, a shiver running down my spine. I heard him sniff, then again and finally one last long inhale. I flushed with embarrassment, knowing what he was smelling.

“Son, am I going crazy… Or does your arse smell like ice-cream?" He asked and I stifled a giggle.

“My musk glands they emit a liquid with a strong smell and taste of vanilla," I explained. It was a natural part of being a beaver, not a bad one either. Our butts smell and taste delicious. “It's totally safe and… It helps to lubricate, so I don't need lube. The smell will only linger for a few hours afterwards."

“Well, thank fuck you ain't-a skunk," he laughed and then he stopped my giggles, with his tongue to my pucker. It was slow at first, hesitant you might say. As if he was just tasting. Then I heard a deep groan of appreciation and two black paws grabbed my ass like they owned it. I cried out as a broad tongue wormed its way deep inside my tight depths.

Jack groaned and grunted, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, as he feasted on my sweet rump. My paws grasped the blankets tightly, burying my face in them as I screamed out in pleasure. He ate my ass like a starving man eating an ice cream; his tongue delving in over and over, thrusting as deep as it could. Electric thrills of pleasure ran up my spine over and over as he flicked against my prostate.

The more he stimulated me, the more musk I leaked and the more hungrily he ate my ass. I have never met a man who equalled Jack's hunger for my ass. My cock throbbed and ached under me, back to full attention, begging me for more. My paws resisted the call, wanting to prolong the pleasure; to show Jack I could control myself.

His lips kissed my pucker, making out with my nethers. While his paws held my rump firmly. The squeezing on my buttocks triggering every submissive instinct in my body. Desperately and wantonly I pressed my ass back against his mouth; needing more, always more. Every twist of his tongue stoked the fires blazing inside me. My body was aching, yearning to feel him inside me.

“Oh… Please, fuck me!" At last, I begged; my cock having soaked his sheets with a river of pre. With a deep and sloppy slurping sound, his tongue pulled from inside me. I could only guess how wide he had licked my hole. However, I knew it wouldn't be enough, not for the black rod I had sucked on.

“Well, look who is a well-mannered slut. My son has excellent taste in friends." He purred as he stood up behind me. I watched as he grabbed his own thickness and stroked it. Then his face broke into a mirthful grin. “Ha! As well as excellent tasting friends!" Dad humour, it is an acquired taste, although I much prefer the taste of dad cock.

My eyes were fixed on his cock. His huge paw landed on my back, pressing me down hard, pushing me into a squat position, my chest and face in the blanket, while my ass was lifted up for his pleasure. Both paws grabbed my ass; while I felt one foot being placed on the bed, letting him angle his cock towards my eager hole.

Looking back, I noticed his tie was still around his neck, his open shirt hanging off his massive shoulders. I saw on the wall a picture of a young Chester, my best friend. Maybe I should have stopped, maybe I should feel guilty. However, I don't regret a moment of it. While I looked at the image of my best friend, his father pressed his broad cock tip to my drooling pucker.

Jack wasn't gentle, and I didn't want him to be. He was thick, long and to get into me he had to use brute force. Fortunately, he was a brute of the very best kind. He speared me deeply, spreading my cheeks wide; thrusting in inch after inch. While I squirmed and squealed like a stuck pig. I tried to breathe and adjust; the thickness inside me not giving me much chance to do either.

Finally, I felt his hips press to mine. Two huge oranges resting against my little cherries. His leather paws caressed my buttocks and up my flanks. “There, all in. Well done, lad. The hard part is over, now is the time for the really fun part." Before the sound of his words died in my ears, he pulled his hips back. Half his thick, turgid, pulsing, cock slid out of me. Then he returned it hard and fast, his huge nuts slapping on mine. I yelped in a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

Again he pulled back, and again he thrust back in hard. I cried out louder, his thick cock reaming me open, mashing my prostate. My fingers clawed at the blanket, and I bit down on it to hide my pleasured whimpers. Not that he needed to hear them to know I was his to fuck; my hips rocked back into his crotch with each thrust, desperately trying to get that thick meat stuffed even deeper inside.

With each thrust he pulled back further, using his whole length to ream me out. No young lover had ever tried to deep dick me. Jack was grunting with pleasure, taking his time with the young willing bitch squirming on his cock. With each powerful thrust, he showed me who was in charge, who was top. No need for strength, or restraints or even commands? Just his cock and his hips, breeding my tight fuckhole like a true stud. His confidence pure and unadulterated, yet not over exaggerated.

Over and over he bred my hungry rear with his full length. Getting faster and faster. His paws gripped my hips tighter as his manly grunts got louder. There was no pain left, just the pleasure of being stuffed full and the emptiness of his cock sliding out. Each time he pulled out my body yearned for his return.

I felt the weight of his stomach as he leant over me. Jack's hot body dwarfing my lithe frame. I was engulfed, surrounded by him, and filled by him at the same time. Hot, wet breath flowed up my back. My fur damp as he drooled over me, lost to the bliss of my ass. The room echoed with the slap of his hips on mine, my cries and his grunts. All mixing together into a dirty lustful song. With each passing moment, he thrust faster and faster. My cock was mashed into the blanket beneath me, leaking uncontrollably. It yearned for the touch of a paw, but I could not move, for his weight held me firm.

His deep animal grunts got louder, as he let go of any hint of control. His hips thundered against mine, reaming my ass harder and wider than any lover before or since. My voice lifted up, squealing in pleasure once more, words could not be formed. This was not a time for words, we spoke with our bodies entwined in rapturous bliss; our voices those of animals lost to the lust instinct demands.

I could feel him getting faster and faster, his grunts almost desperate in my ear. Suddenly his foot slipped under me, his dexterous ape toes grasping my drooling rod. One single stroke was all it took; I screamed out so loud my throat was sore days afterwards. While my cock shot forward my very essence. My ass clamped down and spasmed around his cock.

Jack gave a snarl akin to an alpha male responding to some upstart challenging him. Then he let loose with everything he had, pounding me into the mattress like I was a ha'penny whore. The breath was forced from my lungs as his rod pistoned inside me over and over, plundering my depths; showing me just who was the true man.

Wild feral grunts echoed in my ears and then I felt it, one deep extra hard thrust. It forced all the air from my lungs, the shockwave rippling through my body. Then warmth and the sound of him pulling out was suddenly sloppy and squelchy. He stuffed my hole over and over, fucking his cream into me with the desperation and strength of a lustful beast.

His energy spent he lay over me. Jack's weight pinning me down, there was no way I could fight it. Yet I felt safe under him. Protected in his embrace, my eyes closed and I began to doze.

I was woken slight rudely a few minutes later, by Jack pulling his softening cock from my sloppy hole. “Looks like I gave you a cream filling, lad." He observed and I saw the stupidest dad like grin spread on his face. “Golden outside, with delicious vanilla cream filling. You just became a custard cream, my boy! They always were my favourite biscuit, now I know why!" I had to laugh, it was terrible. Most dad jokes are, but you laugh cause you love them, not the joke. I get that now; sadly my dad will never tell dad jokes.

Jack gave me a wink and sat down on the bed. His paws stroked my back and flanks. Thick fingers lightly stroked at my abused hole, “best vanilla sex I've ever had". I groaned so loudly at his latest dad joke that he decided to stop me with a kiss, warm and tender.

We slept together that night, and he fucked me three more times. Each time he called me his custard cream. As nicknames go it's not the best, but from Jack, it felt good almost loving.

The next morning we wandered down to find Chester had never come home. He had been drilling Darleen while his father drilled me. Jack cooked us up an English breakfast, or a heart attack on a plate as doctors call them. I may have forgotten to put some pants on. Jack certainly had not forgotten my sweet ass.

We were brewing some tea and biscuits, for elevenses, when Chester got home. The young ape took one look at me half naked, his dad's hands on my ass and he gave out a deep moan. “Not again Dad! You can't keep doing my friends."

“Hey, you were the one who left poor Jacob here alone in a strange city. While you went off with some floozy all night, you dirty stop out!" Jack replied with the air of the wounded party. “I just comforted your friend. Now quit your whining and enjoy a nice custard cream." The ape held up the plate of biscuits and winked at me. “I have had a whole bunch of them already."

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