But it wasn't just any band, this bands name was 'Multitude of Sins'.This was making her curious. Why the hell would her mum, this woman and however m...ny people, and there were a few, that were standing behind her and out of sight bring her here to view a 'Multitude of Sins' concert? And she was just about to ask that very question when her heart missed not once but about a half-dozen times. There right in front of her as large as life on the big screen was a menu item titled 'Julie Morris-. Though they were divorced, the family was quite amicable; Sophia still lived in the family home just outside of the city. Roy's poker friends sat around drinking and discretely ogling the women, or helping themselves to the buffet style food. Sylvia was less discrete, her flaring hips shook and wiggled as she walked and she made no effort to hide the fact that she stared directly at the men's crotches, trying to discern the size of their cocks. A couple of her high school friends were also. And after a few seconds, I wss greeted by a crying Jessica. She immediately hugged me and I feel her tears on my neck, Sheshe left. She t-told me shesshes tired… of me, Chris! Of me! She cried for atleast 2 hours, on and off and I just hugged her, nodding when its necessary, caressing her back as a comfort. When she finally stopped, we just sat at their couch, staring at the playing music player. Megans tired of me, she said. And so Ive heard, I answered. God. Shes infuriating. I hate her. You. "You Livingstons think you're real hot shit!" he said, leaning forward toward the small brown opening of Tricia's tiny puckered anus. Suddenly his tongue flicked forward and he licked teasingly at the surface between the softness of her widely held ass cheeks."OOooh!" Tricia shuddered at the awful wet feeling along her narrow trembling crevice. It felt cold and disgusting. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her and take pictures of it too, that Tricia started to cry. She.