You know that.She may not. Or she may and she's waiting for you to force the issue."Walt was right, she knew that, but what was the use? "I'm just no ...ood atforce. I'm just not strong enough for that." You ever hear those stories of mothers who suddenly find the strength tolift a burning Oldsmobile off their child's chest? I think you have thatkind of strength inside you, baby." What if I don't?" Then at least you tried. But if you do have the strength, now's the timeto find out. Because the. We will pour and hope for the best.”As Tom poured the cooking oil across her ass cheeks, the river of oil lapped over her clit streaming down the front of her body. Tom let out an audible fuck and cracked a smile as Cindy felt the oil go every place but where it was supposed to. Tom quickly claimed he could fix this by putting his hands on her tits to massage the oil in making sure none could be salvaged. Cindy just screamed, wailed, and slammed her free hands down as she became more of a mess.. In my early experiences they never lasted very long but I loved to hear their moans and heavy breathing. Then I would enjoy tasting the pungent, thick semen as shots of it hit the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth. I always swallowed as much as I could so it wouldn’t leave a mess on any of our clothes. I’ve probably sucked off twice as many men than the total I’ve had intercourse with and I love to swallow. I love discovering the moves that arouse a man. I love to play and tease with. Suzanne was completely naked, facing away from me, bent over her backpack, searching for something. The first thing that I saw was her pussy and arse pointing towards me. Then I noticed her T-shirt, jeans, bra and panties in a pile beside her. She pulled something black out of her backpack, went to put it on, then changed her mind and threw it onto the bed.She saw me standing there and came to me. I pulled her against me and started to kiss her. She returned my kiss and wrapped her arms around.