. Dirty smelly face... She knows the smell... Of smoke and.. and.. Alcohol.. Right, just like she smelt when the guys from the bus stand smashed it on...her. Before she could open her eyes, she felt her lips get crushed, bitten and sucked and a toungue force it into her mouth. Her m*****or forcibly kissed her soft lips as if wanting to destroy them. She couldn't believe it. She had never kissed anyone before. And now her lips were ravaged. She couldn't hold her tears. After about 5 minutes of her. She had given her profile sketch so much thought that her personality glowed through the words. He found her sarcastic humor irresistible. He loved how she described herself as a feminist, yet between the lines he gleaned her desire to be cared for, cherished, even controlled by another. The notions she had about men were ruefully accurate, at least when applied to the majority. He hoped she’d find him an exception to the rule. To Casey, Stan was the exception to the rule. His first response to. She died when he was three months old along with his father. A young couple and a suicide pact set the stage for young Jeremy’s life, and he was playing the part with a whimper. And there was the mirror still calling out in soothing words for him to please wash his face and brush his teeth. ‘Yes, Mother,’ he said aloud. Switching on the light with his travel bag in hand, he approached the mirror. There he was — staring back through sleep filled eyes. He recognized the face but just couldn’t. Then she was running, charging up the field on a beeline for the hulking Minotaur. “Not on my watch!” I shouted, and stripped down, running with my breasts bouncing painfully to meet her head-on. We had a collision tits-first in an earth-shaking jiggle-fest, the two of us collapsing to the ground. Mine were a little bigger, and I won… when the dust had settled I was straddling her, knees to either side of her ears as I stuffed my bare cunt into her mouth. “Eat me PEASANT!” I screamed.