I was knowing that after some drink she is obviously gonna be high and I was just looking her she was drinking and dancing and yes she got high!!She c...me to me and said that she need more vodka I said there is no more vodka at the venue the more vodka are in my car.. She force me to take to the car to have more vodka I said her that she is drunk she said so what no matter to be drunk she need so she will drink vodka! I said alright we will get to the car by sometime and she was drunk and. ’ He lay back on the pillows as her hand slowly stroked his cock. He shivered when she kept her eyes on his, watching his reactions intently. Licking her lips, she leant forward so that her tongue could just lick his cock lightly. She repeated these light licks every time her hand stroked up its shank. He watched as she wet her lips with her tongue. Now she held his cock up so her lips could enclose its head each time her hand worked it from bottom to top. ‘You’ve got a great cock,’ she. It was the one idea she obsessed over…This passion for ‘Playing The Game’ had cost her several boyfriends. None of them were man enough to want to plow her fertile fields. To prove their worth by exploding deep inside her and filling her with their c***d.She joined Tumblr to explore and express her desires. She read blogs by others who shared her passions, men and women from around the world that thought like she did. People who lived for that moment of supreme ecstasy as fertile cock merged. “I would rather die than lose my honor,” Jean replied.“Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained..