In my 70 years, I had lived in enough violent places that, when I was woken up by anything other than my alarm clock, I was ready to fight. I remember...one time when I was living with Brian and John. I fell asleep on the couch with a knife in my hand. For some reason, John decided he was going to wake me up. I had previously warned them, “If you are going to try to wake me, be sure to use a broom and stand as far away as possible.”John didn’t heed my warning. I was stressed because I knew the. He walks over and kisses me long and hard, and then takes the food out to the kitchen. I am hungry, but not for food, at the moment.He sits in a bedside chair and starts telling me about his day at the conference. I lie there, pretending to listen, for a few minutes. But finally I get up and make my way over to him. I don’t say anything. I just look up at him and I start unbuttoning his pants.I slide his briefs down and take his big cock into my mouth. I love bringing flaccid cocks to life in. I put my hands on top of her ass and spread it wide so Jesse could finger it and get it ready for anal. Her moaning vibrated down my cock and I soon started moaning, sending vibrations into her. She soon started screaming as she squirted onto my face. She let go of Jesse, whom was still fingering her ass. He jerked his cock and shot his cum onto her face and tits. She licked it from around her mouth and he licked all that she couldn't. He kept the rest on her tits and she just rubbed it in. She. She shouted as I grabbed it. Too late, in my rush to assist her I had already grabbed it by the sides. Surprisingly I didnt feel any heat from it. I knew I forgot my memories but I was pretty sure I didnt forget how things felt. I still remembered what hot and heavy felt like. But for some reason I didnt feel them. Dont worry Rosalie, Im used to this. I said thinking this must be the only explanation as I carried the tub instead of pulling it back to my room with Rosalie following in my lead..