Goth makeup. Black clothes or army surplus. Combat boots. The works. Then my hearthmate and the mother of your child—or children—Liz got hold of m... and convinced me to go back to my natural color and curls. She redid my makeup and I became a comedy writer. Who would ever think anything I wrote was funny if I still dressed like an anarchist?ME: Why the costume in the first place? Why all the dark makeup and torn clothes?NICKI: It’s in the rules. That’s how you have to be in order to be an. I have dark forebodings.’ ‘You mean the prelude to that time of month?’ ‘No, you fool. My mother will have all five of her sisters and children there as well. You will be put through the meat grinder.’ ‘Don’t worry my pet, just give me the time and address and I shall meet you there. Now, let’s be looking at this beautiful vulva of yours.’ Lisbet’s mother Dianne and father Stan and Dianne’s sisters Lacey, Bernice, Montana, Whitney and Alexis were seated around Lisbet in the lounge in the Sunday. Not surprisingly, Sian was pretty good although she was very modest in what she said. Bridget wasn’t fooled although she didn’t completely call Sian on it. ‘Maybe I should come and see how good you really are!’ Bridget laughed. ‘I like soccer, although I don’t play much or well. But it is fun to watch people I know play it.’ ‘If you want to, that would be cool,’ Sian smiled as she said it. She was glad that she had run into Bridget. She was as nice as she always seemed. At the moment, she was a. I reached underneath my chin to where her dripping wet cunt was, and I slid all 4 of my fingers inside her, the hot slick pussy walls offering virtually no resistance. I grabbed the back of her head with my other hand and pulled her hard against me, smothering her with my filthy stinking cunt, grinding my creamy pussy over her whole face. I wriggled my fingers inside her, feeling her fleshy walls squeeze around them I knew she was about to cum again, this time I was too. I cried out, muffled by.
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