What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her ...ead. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion, touching her. I benefited by having the taste of the young girl on her mother’s mouth when I kissed her before sliding my cock balls-deep into Lydia’s cunt.“Mmm, your face smells like your little girl’s pussy.”“Oh, your naughty man thing is so very long and stiff!”“The better to fuck you with, my dear. Your cunt is extra tight tonight, I think. Shall I spend inside, or would you like it on your belly and tits, or perhaps in your mouth?”“It is an auspicious time for you to fuck a child into my belly. I will. Soon, I was balling my eyes out.The gem flickered, sending a slight bit of energy out, affecting things justas the owner wanted.Jean stomped into the bedroom and pounded her palms against her dresser. Shelooked into the mirror at her face, trying to decide what to do next. That'swhen she noticed the gem. Had Greg gotten this for her?Suddenly, she was afraid she had jumped to conclusions. What if she had beenwrong about that girl out there? She heard her crying, and wondered why shewas here, and. Maybe we naturally seek out the opposite, in order to better appreciate our own uniqueness. I stretch languorously and roll onto my back to give you better access. The palm of your hand rubs slow, lazy circles upon my belly, soothing and intimate. There are nights you do this and it lulls me to sleep, safe and warm in your love. Not so tonight. Tonight, the caress awakens deeper desires, basic and primal, feeding needs and urges that will only be satisfied with one outcome. I hear your.