..until I come on your dickuntil I make it all wet with my comeand I want to film us doing itand I want to watch it and I want us to masturbate to itI...want us to touch ourselves and touch each other while watching the tapes of us fuckingdid you come again yet?just try to remember the smell of my pussyand how hard it always gets youhow as soon as I come and you slide your hard cock inside of me, you can never last long because you're so horny from watching me comebecause you want me so much I. “My guess – hey, Jack, take it easy. It’s only me. My guess is whoever shot him was on the ground. The angle’s right for that.” Janet had startled me. I’ve spent a lot of hours in the morgue, but I still feel creepy down there. Janet knows that, and never misses the opportunity. She was chuckling when I turned around. “So I’m jumpy around all these stiffs. So what? Anybody in their right mind would be.” “Then you’re saying I’m not in my right mind.” I knew from experience Janet loved playing. Slowly I come to, my mind pulling out of the hazy memories. The bed is warm with the heat of the two of us, sheets bearing down on my naked frame. I keep my eyes closed, memorizing the feeling of your arms around me while you sleep. I frown. There is something at the back of my mind, something I can’t quite remember… Oh that’s it, you work today. Suddenly I feel you stir and stretch, pressing your throbbing morning wood against my back. My frown quickly turns in to a wicked grin. If you do have. And there it was, beautiful in its shiny wrapping. But the wrapping soon gave way when I put my knife to it and only the blue of the case and the pink of the slip cover remained. After opening the case to make sure the discs were intact, I hurried into the living room. The first thing I did was grab the remote and turn on the TV. The next step would require the Blu-ray player remote. And no sooner had I grabbed it that the tray opened. Moments later, the disc was inserted and I watched it get.