Dear Jesus, sweet Jesus. George, Harold… She begins to suspect the answer is beyond her reach. She sends out fingers of desire, need, thought- tries...to project them into her past, pull out something stable. The images seep through her fingers like fine sand peppered with doubt. Irving, Johnothan, Kenneth, Lyle… She has a deep envy of the living. She is tired of her half-existence. She is tired of being sad, tired of not even minding that someone her age should grieve. And in the thin bony box. " "I want you to let us pick out your biggest baddest bong too." "Come on Justin, It's just one bong," Mike pleaded. "And a dope ass pipe... And t-shirts," Christine added. "Damn bitch, your pussy better be good," Mike snapped. "Hmmm... Just one bong, one pipe, two shirts and that's it? You better not try to add on anymore shit. Deal?" "Deal... So you guys want to take turns or what?" "What's the matter girl? You don't think you can take us both on at the same time?" Justin said as he guided. Work his cock harder&hellip, Bree whispered to her and saw Shannon comply by humping the massive cock first tentatively then trying to match the thrusts. Bree could hear Jake making those funny little sounds equines make when being pleased and knew that he was thoroughly enjoying now being fucked back by Shannon. This turned Bree on even more as she began to thrust her fingers furiously in and out of her own pussy as she hotly whispered into Shannons ear how fucking erotic and beautiful you. After they finished the meal and another glass of wine, he walked her to her car, he asked if she wanted to go back to his room, which was just across the street form the restaurant. She leaned in close to him, her lips lightly touched his as his hands moved across her back, touching her bare flesh sending chills over her body. Ali thought for a second of what she was going to do, she whispered in his ear take me before I change my mind baby. Ali walked into the room, looked around before.