.. and you are so concentrated on my mouth and what exquisite torture I am evoking that when I do let my moist red lips slide over the head of your co...k, you gasp, your hips rocking with the pleasure... stroking you with my mouth over and over... Top to bottom... pausing too swirl around the tip, I can taste a little cum and I quickly use my tongue to lap it up mmmmI am so wet now... I want you inside me so much I can't stand it and standing up I turn my back to you, raise my skirt and slide my. I might help you myself. I cringe at the idea of destroying a life. That is my personal feeling of course." I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm like-minded. As I say, we haven't decided anything yet. On a different and less depressing subject, could I have a copy of those papers about that bakery that supplied the Oneida community? I found it most interesting. Wouldn't it be great if a replica could be developed and a bakery like the one that was there established? I noticed there were some. “Stand up,” he demands of her. Laurel works her way to her feet, though her legs have almost completely given up on her at this point. She knows that she is not going to be able to take much more, but she wants more. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he says pointing to the bed. Laurel is not sure of what she can handle, but she does what he says. She crawls slowly onto the bed. Her ass hanging out with her panties down around her knees and her nightgown bunched up around her stomach.. Smiling thinly, he tipped it momentarily toward the stranger, then proceeded to drain it. As he lowered the glass from his lips, he saw that the soldier's glass was empty again. Louis refilled it, then filled his own. He poured the last of the wine into his wife's glass and put the empty bottle with the other two."Marie," he muttered, "drink your wine."With a shaky hand, she reached for the glass. The soldier took it and put it to her mouth. The wine spilled over her lips and down her neck onto.