..” Your words are broken by each slam of my hips into yours driving your hips forward as I pull you back by your hair to keep you where I want you.... “Yes…slut…you…may.” “Ohhhfuuuuuccckkk!!!” you scream as your orgasm reaches up from your cunt and claims your mind. “Ungh…ungh…ungh…” is all you manage to get out before your second orgasm chokes all reason and recognizable thought from your mind. You begin spewing gibberish as you squirt all down my thighs and your legs begin to quiver. . ’ Roger said. ‘Reformed junkies do that.’ That’s the kind of thing I have to stop doing, he thought. ‘Okay tell you what since I don’t have a car, I will drink it in my room. If you can find a drive through milkshake restaurant, you wont even have to see it,’ Roger Everhart- Hartman suggested. My kids love the donut barn, they sell milk shakes and they have a drive through window. After the ice cream and donut Roger spent the evening in the toilet. It was a large price to pay for a couple of. Finally, after another half an hour of fun play, he unloaded into Phylis, her second payload. They left for home, smiling and chattering, walking gingerly....Yes, two pussies were just right...-The four women and their c***dren continued to visit Roxy at her swimming pool every day. Two of them would come up with a reason to have to run an errand, leaving their c***dren with the other two. Of course, they found Jimmy in his workshop. It was a great arrangement.Jimmy felt no guilt in obtaining. I now have all the comforts of home.Christmas is on the horizon, but it really doesn't mean that much to me, not having any siblings or children. One of my daily rituals is walking to the mailbox at the end of the driveway, it provides me with a little exercise and some fresh air; there is a continuous supply of flyers and the occasional business correspondence. With a slight dusting of snow, it is a beautiful wintery scene. Walking toward the mailbox, there is a flash of black and white moving.