She felt him lift her up into his arms and carry her to bed so that she was not annoying him or in his way. She lightly pinched his neck in her sleep ...nd murmured. ‘You bastard.’ … She was sunken, deep down and slightly comatose, in the soft folds of the bed, it’s feathery arms wrapped around her intimately and graciously as she half-slept. The air was too warm, sickly with a humidity which glued to her skin and made everything uncomfortable. The bed was stifled from perspiration and the. I was thrown by how good-looking they were."The mother's direct sons are the strongest," a different male said."I told you that," Robert replied in an exasperated voice."Only you have met a direct son, Robert," the others chorused."Okay, fuck that shit!" I exclaimed. "Pod people who can't talk as individuals have to go across the street! I'm not going to listen to six voices explaining what the FUCK is going on here!" Forgive them, Miguel," Robert said soothingly. "They have the same mother,. I panted as Matt thrust in and out of me as Carl pulled my skirt off up over my head and slipped his own rubber on. He lifted me up off Matt’s cock and lowered me down onto his own thick, hairy shaft and roughly fucked me. I could barely breathe as he pulled me up and down, my hands clasped to the back of his bald head as my tongue searched for his. ‘Don’t kiss me with that cummy mouth girl’ he teased ‘that mouth’s only for cock ain’t it? AIN’T IT? Yeah? You want my load in your mouth don’t ya?. The ring was beautiful, and the thought of spending the rest of my life with the guy I love was wonderful. After I came down off of Cloud Nine I gave him the answer we both wanted to hear. ‘Yes. YES! I will marry you Johnny.’ Johnny’s eyes lit up as he danced through the malt shop telling everybody he could ‘We’re getting married!’ Mr. Markie the malt shop owner gave us a special ice cream sundae on the house. We sat and ate very quickly talking about how our lives together are going to be. .