As I drank the juice Liz asked me "would you rather be married to a prude or a whore". It just wasn't a question I wanted to answer. Liz kissing my ne...k from behind said that I was "married to a whore". Liz began telling me that once a week sometimes twice she has been meeting Tim and his friends in a hotel an hour away. Liz, kissing my neck and ears from behind, told me that Marie told her that we had been fucking once a week also. I nodded yes, when Liz asked me if i liked fucking a slut like. Your body will continue to change for the next weeks and months. Think about the age you want to appear. But whatever age you choose has nothing to do with how long you will live, though, and if you don't like it, you can change it – over time – by just concentrating and wanting your appearance to change. But be very careful with your appearance. Something too drastic will be noticed by people that even casually know you, not to mention those who know you well. Even though the blocks will. Well that was all I could take. Listening her giving me go ahead and squirt my spermy juice into her, I held her tight around the waist and with last few much harsher thrusts started cannoning my essance like I had never cum before. Soon the deepest and farthest ends of her Phuddi were all drenched with my Manee. My body kept twisting and pulsing in severe pain /pleasure ridden sensations.Ohhhh Rizzzzzzzo! Oh my God!!!” Mom quietly cried into the crook of my neck as I felt her hands hurry under. , but she had other plans and whispered for me to step back. I did and she came in and closed the door.“Where’s Jane?” she whispered“In the lounge” I whispered back.“Good” she replied.She just stood there in front of me and opened her coat. She was wearing her netball kit; trainers on her feet with short white socks, dark blue netball skirt and light blue polo shirt. “I’ve just finished practice”, she whispered “I’m as horny as fuck and I’ve had my fingers in my pussy the whole way home on the.