It didn't taste likemilk; it tasted sweet. Watery. A little bit salty. Nothing at all likecamel's milk, which she put on cereal."Game," she called out... "Is Harsh on-line? Is he busy?"Keys looked alarmed. "You're calling the Fog Dude?" Fog Man," Aquarelle corrected her."Yes, well. We don't say his name. He might appear."Alley Pin made the sign of the evil eye. "He weaves the fog on his fogloom. You may never see him or hear him in moccasin feet. Thingschange, daughter of Eve. Variable reality.. I’m a 25-year-old working, fun-loving guy. This started when one of the ISS readers texted me on hangouts. She introduced herself as Neelu, 27-year-old working professional.She occasionally reads on ISS whenever she is little high over weekends. She started telling me about my previous story which she felt is quite good. She was asking me if it was real, how was the experience, few other details related to it.Me: So what did you like the most in the story? She: When you went down and started. ...fuck me" I shuddered after experiencing one of the most incredible fucks I have ever had and as I kissed her deep and hard I realized I had just fucked my mother-in law's 68 year old best friend.An hour eariler I answered Joyce's ( my mother-in law) call to come to the local bar and give Helen a ride home since her husband was too busy in the backroom all night card gameI showed up about 15 miniutes later...had a drink as my reward from Joyce for doing this and took Helen to my car.A short. He massaged my thighs. Then he kneaded the fleshy mound of my shaved cunt, running his fingers now and then all along the crack, manipulating the labial swelling and teasing the pleasure button. I couldn’t bear the sensations. I myself widened my thighs and offered my cunt to his access, willingly. He kneaded and kneaded my cunt as one kneads a mango fruit to make its pulp into juice, before he bites open its skin to suck out the juices. Then he pushed his middle finger into the slushiness of.