“See, I told you so, sis, on both counts, didn’t I?” Tammy rushed to start a group hug that wasn’t exactly PG, not least because all three of ...hem were bare-assed naked.“Wow, you three lovebirds are truly inspiring!” Alice declared as she entered the room, “in any case, you guys don’t want to miss breakfast, trust me! Christmas Eve breakfast is gonna rock this year, just like the rest of Christmas has!”“Sounds great, Alice ... by the way, we have great news! Cassidy’s pregnant!” Damien proudly. But some of the later entries in the journal were a tighter, more reserved version of the same handwriting, schooled by age and experience. One poem stuck out from all the rest—just a few lines that read, “I’m coming back to live on Duffy Lane. I’ll cry my tears and face my shame, and outlive everyone who remembers me, and be the one who tells all she sees.” The rhymes were a little weak but what struck me was the determination to return to Duffy Lane and outlive everyone she knew. That didn’t. Sharon has to brace herself on her hands as she feels herself being guided to her knees, now Simon’s cock is throbbing as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, Sharon feels the head hit the back of her throat and almost gags before it goes deeper. She feels hands on her hips and Pauls knees push her legs open wider, suddenly she feels his thicker cock rub up and down her soaking pussy lips the head hitting her engorged clit making her whine and buck before he pushes it deep inside her in one go.. She seemed to like that comment and started talking dirty about things we would do to each other. I was so horny I couldn’t take it I snap a picture of my cock at a great angle to make it look big and sent it. She loved it, and said it was making her wet. I didn’t even have to ask and she started sending pics back. Many different angles of tit pics, an attempt at an ass pic and close up vagina pics. Her pussy looked so small and tight. It was perfect. I then asked for her to send me a pic that.