... Nothing is ever lost... only changed*****Four times, ladies and gentlemen. ?FOUR.As in, three strikes, plus one because I'm too goddamn nice.?****...Patrick may very well have been the star-crossed love of my life. When we met it was pure lightning bolt ⚡, all the way. Our connection has always been intense and emotional. Even during our down times, we talked. Over the past two years, he has been my mainstay; the one person in the world to whom I could tell absolutely anything. I loved him. I. Then I read. Just wondering." You're eighteen. You're too young to buy wine."Lita brightened. "You buy it. WE drink it. I read the same stuff. We talked." You might not like it," I said."Maybe not. But we should try, don't you think?" Brindy flicked between me and Carlita. Looking at Carlita myself, I sense collusion. And it's not a bad thing. I mentally add wine to the list of things I need to buy. Brindy and Carlita have been handling grocery shopping very well, but the problem with living. I gently pull her to me on the swing and my cock spreads her fanny lips, then letting the tension go on the swing, she slides back off my cock, coming out each time. We did this for a couple of minutes before I moved forward, now I have to push her off my cock and she comes swinging back onto me. I would start pulling her in to me harder as well, our body’s crashing into each other. My mother’s was making the whole swing twist as she wriggled and bucking about on it, as my cock penetrated her. " He thrust against me more desperately, clearly frustrated by not being able to have easy access with my jeans on. "Ungh... Uh... Get me to the bedroom." He gripped me more tightly then turned and carried me to the stairs before stopping again to rip my shirt open and bury his face in my breasts. He tore the bra down and started sucking and biting at one nipple, while taking his hand and rolling the other one between his fingers. I moaned loudly and ground against him. He switched so his hand.