It's just girls are so hot and sexy now days and you see them walking around in those (single most greatest creation ever made) leggings/yoga pants al... the time. But that's beside the point. So my best friend tell's me that he did some lines of this fine looking girl and got busy. He was feeling her up and down, kissing and licking, moaning and talking dirty to each other. The Cupid Baby was lighting them up with arrows. After about an hour of just the imprinting he felt an emotion he haven't. "You say these things to me when I want to make love to you... I want your cock... I want you the way it used to be!" It can't be that way, Priss," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her... my Desirée... I love her!"She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Desirée... !" she swore, and. I know you'll play with each other, but don't take long. Master's hungry. Understood, pets?" Sylvia and Gretchen both broke off what they were doing immediately and nodded to Craig. Then they hurried up the stairs, giggling, with their clothes in their hands and their long hair bouncing upon their naked backs. Both women wore their hair long. That pleased Craig. He liked his stepmother's brunette hair, and Gretchen's red hair matched her pussy, when she didn't shave it. This month Craig wanted. "That's nice." "How long have you known Mum?" I distinctly remember Rebecca saying he'd get in the car and fall asleep.My adrenalin induced thirst suitably quenched, I again had the voice befitting my appearance. "Oh years." I kept my reply short. "Oh OK." He took a swig from his can. "Mmm... I can taste you." "What!!!" It was more an exclamation than a question as I'd obviously heard him. "Your lipstick on the beer can." Sure enough, I'd left a pink stain on the top of his can."Oops sorry.".