The one that didn't love us anymore.They weren't sexual thoughts, not like real ones, but something else, just ideas flashing through my brain, images...and feelings playing like a slide show and going too fast for me to really understand what they were or what they meant. I didn't want to be a mommy, did I? I wanted to be a model and run away and be someone else and never, ever come back to this place or see these people again ... Right?That had been before though. That was the old Amy, the one. At this point in time my eyes go to what she's wearing: A short skirt, zip up hoodie, and those soft looking boots that teenagers wear around for no reason. When she turned, her skirt rode up a bit and I noticed what I just listed was probably all she was wearing. I bite my lip as I realized that what she lacked in tits,she made up for in the back.Her ass was toned, but it still had that bubble curve that's just begging to be squeezed."Like what you see?" I heard. I looked up and saw that she. I kiss him again and slowly slide my body down his until I am kneeling in front of his cock. It is already rock hard and starting to glisten with pre-cum from his own work. My mouth begins to water; I can’t wait to taste him. I slowly run my tongue up his shaft, pausing to place soft kisses along the way and rub my hand where my mouth had been. His pelvis starts to buck as he says, “Put that cock in your mouth now, you dirty slut”. I run my tongue around the tip and expand my mouth to put. Us time ma’m mere baalo mein apne haat ghuma rhi thi aur muje sehla rhi thi. Fir dhire dhrie aage badhte huye unke chut pe apna muh rakh diya. Mein unki chut chaat rha tha aur who aaram se maun kart hi aah , ouu, hhaa , aai, uhh, ki aawaaze bathroom mein gunj rhi thi.Fir mene apnni jibh se ma’m ki chut chaat rha tha aur unke clitoris pe hath ghuma rha tha. Fir mene unki clitoris ko muh pe leke chusne laga aur fir apni ungliyo se ma’m ki chut mein andar bahar karne laga.Fir ma’m ne mera sar jor.