Pumping my tongue in and out of your soaking, sticky pussy, frigging your clit fast and hard, deciding I need some relief myself. Moving my left hand ...own between my legs, feeling the wetness all over my inner things, skipping my clit and thrusting two fingers into my pussy, making an audible sound as I do, grunting into your pussy. Sliding my tongue in and out, as fast as I can, loving the taste and feel of your hot pussy on my tongue. Fucking myself with my fingers for all Im worth, wanting. ‘Don’t you dare cum until you are told to, Understand?’ and I gave your balls a slap with my hand. I poured some oil into my hands, and reached around you and grabbed your dick, holding it with both hands I slid my hands up and down your hard shaft, while continually adding pressure to my grip. It was at full attention now. And I slapped it back and forth between my hands. I pour the oil into the crack of your ass and spread your checks and rub it good, poking a couple of fingers into your ass.. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.o As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.o Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for. From the top of the stairs I could see the light as it spilled from the bedroom door. It was left ajar of course, she could never seem to fully close the doors anywhere in the house. I approached it and peered inside. Marie was standing quietly in the bedroom, hands by her side. She was still dressed in her black skirt, purple sweater and pumps.“What a good girl.” I thought to myself. Doing exactly as I had requested.I slowly pushed the door open and stepped quietly into the room. She turned.