Jennifer, whoalways was an early riser, was sitting on the floor nextto me watching TV. I rolled over and lifted her chin, lookinginto her eyes. "Why ...re you out of bed?" She toldme she was not tired, thought she must have slept well, andshe did not want to wake me by tossing and turning so she goton floor. She told me she wished she could have tried to fixbreakfast but the chain was not long enough. I remindedher that she was not going to be cooking. She knelt next tome and asked if she could. I can’t get in my car like this. There’s cum draining out of my pussy all the way down to my knees!Cory borrowed a large bath towel from Toby that I can sit on for the drive home.We went out to my car and I drove him home with my slip around my waist again. This time the trip was made through rush hour traffic. It was stop and go and a lot of people had an opportunity to at least see my tits. We crawled down the street beside one pickup truck or SUV after another. Many of the drivers weren’t. Four. Fingers?”“Yes, all four. And don’t forget my thumb.”“You mean you’re….”“Yeah. I’m fisting you. How does it feel?”It felt fabulous, to be completely honest. I felt filled up, but it was different than the thick-cock-filling-me feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual, yet so raw and so powerful.I could liken the smooth, fullness of the moments to how it felt immediately after my anal passage relaxes and allows a. Even just their tiny one-bedroom apartment and food on the table were more than many people had this time of year. ‘So you want to make a donation to a charity in your father’s name? Or did you want to take blankets and stuff to a shelter?’ She stopped shy of suggesting they spend Christmas Eve working in one of the dozens of soup kitchens that were scattered around Atlanta. The logistics of Breanne’s wheelchair would just be more trouble than help in that situation. Her daughter shook her.