Since I am no writer, all this might be a bit random, as I have no direction and organization. I had two months to relive and reflect on a lot of what...happened, and I have a lot more things I can write about. And I will certainly write more as long as there is interest.]My Life As a Cumdump - Part 3 of 4My life down the road of becoming a total pussyboi cumdump for Matt started with me sucking him and swallowing his cum, then having my anal virginity taken by him, roughly, and raw. But it did. She raced down to her car and hurried home. She got up to the bedroom and jumped into bed. She stretched out and rolled around, moaning at the idea of lying in bed all weekend. She sat up and kicked her heels off while undoing the bun in her hair. She tossed her heels into the closet as her red hair dropped around her face. She pushed her back and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. She got the last button and immediately pulled the blouse off. She laid it on the bed next to herself. ’ That was really how Sal Petrucelli spoke. Every s became sh, words like mouth lost their h, and pronouns -as well as conjunctions, affirmations, and negations [yesh, yesh, yesh, no, no, no]- were always uttered in slow stuttered triplets. ‘Which is your car, Sal?’ Pauly asked. ‘Uh uh uh, the one next to Angelo’s.’ Pauly -his mood, so far, so good- went immediately to task. Without warning, the mood could change, depending on whatever cold front or thunderhead was brewing between one and. As soon as they fell free from the lacy under garment, Jennifer's mouth quickly attached itself to one of the hard pink nipples. "My, my," Lisa said soothingly, "mama's really hungry tonight, isn't she." It was really a rhetorical question, but without releasing the big tit from her mouth Jennifer mumbled, "Mmmmmm, mama hungry." In a light lyrical voice, Lisa admonished her boss, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full." This time Jennifer let the nipple slip.