The barriers between them became so blurred, humans who associated too much with cartoons could end up being more and more toony -- And more and more ...ooney. The more logical the “people”, the less they would be able to deal with cartoon illogic (as they saw it), and could go quite insane! Of course, the reverse was true for cartoons. To find themselves stone-cold ‘sober’ was the true horror! (Remember, cartoons were created so humans could escape their reality, if briefly.)When the depression. Probably the same time I imagined Chris.”“I’m sorry.”She smiled sadly, “We’re both sad. We can make each other happy again if you want. If I’m good enough for you. If you don’t mind having second best.”She grinned as she said that, and I said, “If it won’t hurt you.”“That made me feel so much better. We both need it.”We walked to her house, and she whispered, “We need to sneak in. If my housemates see you, they’ll stop you and grill you for hours and we won’t get to have any fun.”We chuckled. I tried to check the license numbers, and they came back blank. It looks as if they are trying to pin you in behind that 18-wheeler ahead of you. Here is what I want you to do. Make sure all belts are tight, then flip the suspension to sport, and arm the nitrous. Oh damn, I just saw that sucker sink three inches and get set to fly. At my signal I want you to punch the gas and swerve around the truck. Go like a bat out of hell and take the second exit you come to. Do your best to get lost in the. “Oh, yes, you're so good. You're going to make Kimmie so happy! Yes! But I need you! I need you in me! Now! Fuck me now!”My thoughts tingled hard as I bucked and shuddered.Davie groaned, rising up, his lips smeared in pussy. He grabbed his cock, guiding into my pussy, and rammed into me. My eyes widened as my son slid back into my pussy. Back into where he came from.It was so hot. My thighs locked around him as I savored the incestuous plunge of his cock into my dripping pussy.My tits bounced.