I press my ass to him, taking his thrusts deeper. I feel the tip of his dick pressing to my cervix, and I let out a loud feral sound. My moans are lon...er and louder. what's wrong with me? he makes an especially rough thrust, pressing his tip past my cervix and into my womb. your a bitch in heat. he pauses, then nuzzles my lower back with his nose. MY bitch in heat I moan and open my mouth, panting. I raise my hips to his and lean back to meet every thrust, taking him even deeper into me.. I gently draw my fingernails across the sensitive skin just outside the wrinkled perimeter of your winking bottom.At this point I am facing you as you continue to count change and issue tickets for the rides. You are beyond being friendly and polite. You are having trouble enough just counting change without trying to form words with your mouth. Continuing my assault on your backside, I slide my left hand up inside the front of your skirt until I am literally petting your pubic patch. My. Moses said some things that helped me say the things I want to say. What he said didn’t make a bearing on the things Sissy and I have already talked about many times though. When Chane was born healthy, kicking and screaming yesterday, I knew then what I needed to do and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I talked to Sissy most of the night and both of us cried when she told me she was very happy with my decision. Then she turned right around and told me she would’ve been happy no matter what I. My fever was rising faster than I could control it. I looked down her and she gave me a wicked smile, like a cat that just captured a canary and was about to devour it. Her hungry eyes gazed up at me and she went back to work on me in earnest. I called to her, “Baby do you know what you’re doing to me”? What I am about to do in your mouth if you don't stop?” She merely quickened the pace and continued flicking her tongue along the underside of my manhood. There was no stopping her now. There.