Alcohol for Johnny was a truth serum, so much in fact that they all could write books about him and each and every one would be a different story. Bor... in the small town of…hmm, I can’t really remember right now…but I’ll think of it and tell you later….as John Allen Harford, he traveled the states as a kid with his parents until his father had died in an airplane accident. He really did not know much of what happened, but even the little he did know was enough to scar him for life. Tragedy,. Reality. Yeah, back to that: I shook my thoughts and began walking again, still feverishly distracted by his presence. I stumbled and fell into him, not noticing the wall had ended, and tumbled onto the bed of grass beneath. I remember his face, darkly lit against the afternoon sunlight and the warm look sitting in his gold-green eyes before he brushed the hair off of my face and kissed me; And I kissed him back, warm and content, here behind the bustle of civilization. Our lips parted for a. It was so damn tight I didn’t think I would be able to get it in her but she kept asking me to fuck her ass so I worked it into her. I swear I thought I was going to rip her asshole wide open with my dick that is how tight she was then. But I got it all the way in and that is when I reached around and started to play with her clit as I dry fuck her ass. She came so hard that her knees gave way and she almost fell to the floor if I hadn’t caught her and held her up so that I could finish fucking. Oh fuck I'm going to ... oh fuck ... I'M FUCKING CUMMIIINNNGGGG!!!! EAT MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" she screamed and laid her head on her crossed arms which raised her ass even higher, giving her lover even greater access to her body."YES BABY, EAT MOMMYS PUSSY ... KEEP FUCKING MY CUNT WITH THAT TONGUE ... EAT MEEEE ... I'M FUCKING CUMMIINNNGGGGG AGAIN ... OH FUCK NEVER STOP BABY ... MAKE THIS SLUT YOUR BITCH!" Everyone saw the dog lift his head."NO BABY, DON'T STOP" Dianka cried. She then felt the dog's.