‘Baby, I’ve had sex with you and you like it way too much to switch teams.’ ‘How can you be sure?’ I shrugged. ‘I just am. You love me too...much and I think you love dick too much to ever give it up completely.’ I guess that was the right combination of things to say because Lynn cuddled my arm, kissed my cheek, and smiled. I patted her knee, wishing I could do more, except I was still driving. ‘So, I guess this means that when I have sex with Georgia, you’ll want to help?’ ‘Bastard,’ she. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own story of his part in the last world war, Each holding their memories of fallen comrades, small and large victories, amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood. My hips were rocking in time with the motion. Sandy was steadily fucking her pussy with two fingers. Her inner lips dripping with dew in the cool light of my bedroom.She pushed up with one hand, sitting up a little taller. "You smell so sweet, Gretta. Have you ever shown your pussy to David?"What? To David? "No, no, of course not." Well, if you ever get the chance, you should. He'd love this one." Sandy licked her lips. I watched as her labia sucked onto her glistening fingers, sliding in and. Evan was smilingwrong.I'll admit, up until then I hadn't actually been looking to closely atEvan's face, not with all the body he had going on. That was quicklybecoming a very bad habit of mine. Now that I was really actuallylooking at it though I was starting to notice just how different helooked.Not different in that he was now some kind of super-femme bimbo withgiant tits, different in all the little ways, the ways that mattered.His expressions were different. The way he smiled -- the way he.