Whatever damage the pit bulls had done to him didn't affect his appetite in the slightest as he shoved the pizza box across the hardwood floor to get ...very crumb. Katrina and I sat on the couch and ate pizza off the coffee table. She offered me a piece of hers and I almost gagged. Who in their right mind would cover a pizza in fruit and veggies? Geez, you could graze out on the lawn and get the same green ick. A pizza wasn't a pizza unless two or three mammals sacrificed their lives for it.I. Did she share her lonely feeling with others, or was it just on paper and kept private? What did she look like? She certainly aroused his curiosity. It was already after 5 pm and he was on his way home from work. Maybe he could return earlier in the day tomorrow and see who showed up near the park bench. What were the chances that the author of the poem would show up just when he happened to be there? And how could he know who she was? He continued walking while he thought of the lonely poem.. I got tired of that and opened a movie for serious fucking. I like watching girls being fucked especially seeing their pussy filled with a cock. I imagine my cock in their pussy sliding in and out of a warm and moist oven perfectly fitted to my dick. The feeling is magical. I was really getting into it and was so horny watching the movie with Olivia that I wanted to cum so badly. I could feel my dick tighten up and the cum was boiling. Then I had the first pre-cum leakage that gave me. In our chats I have always sounded as if I have been butt-fucked before. I haven’t. Nobody has been there before – it has all been in my mind. I move away from you, trying to psych myself up for what we are about to do. I am embarrassed too. Will this be messy? Will it be dirty? I sit up on the bed but you put your arm around my waist. Your mouth goes to the small of my back and you start to kiss me with an open mouth. It feels amazing, your tongue touching me. When you lift your mouth from my.