..she is well lush,yeah.She got a BIG pair of titties,& her nipples are like fuckin' bullets...loves it when I twist 'em & chew on 'em,gets her well w...t"Lovely-jubbly,as Del Boy would say.He's on the rise,knob twitching & bouncing against his thigh.He takes a pull on his ciggie,head back & exhales a stream of smoke,sighing," And her twat...oh mate,it's like fucking a 12 year old.Not a single fuckin' hair on it,puffy little vag' she's got...& when I got a couple of fingers buried deep in her she. Dean had always been protective of her. Dean put his phone on his bed, and waited on the couch for Evelyn, his Evie. He’d dated around and around trying to find someone to replace her, even though he’d never had her to begin with. He didn’t have the guts to tell her how he felt, and each time she brought a new boy home, he was afraid the new guy would be the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. He had met a new girl a few weeks ago and had a date with her tomorrow. She looked. The blood from its mother’s womb had made the tiny body seem a mottled pink, but now that it was washed, wrapped in fine linen, its skin was a sickly white, streaked with dark blue veins. Its eyes fluttered open, staring straight at the priest, who gasped in horror at the bright red orbs that sank into his soul. ‘F-forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.’ The child held his gaze for no longer than a second before its tiny lids sank back to its cheeks, unable to. I slide the hem of my dress up slowly, perhaps an inch, to show you the lace at the top of the stockings. Silently I beg you to let me stop here. Relentlessly, you instruct me to raise the hem higher still. I desperately want you to approve of me, to accept me; against my will and with great embarrassment, I do as I have been told. You nod, and begin to stand. Quickly, I lower the hem until as much of me as possible is covered again. With a trembling sigh, I rise to stand before you. Your hand.