Exhausted as she was from her trip and the marital quarrel, she nevertheless promised herself a masturbation session after showering.But then when she...undressed completely and saw her naked body in the mirror, she knew she couldn’t wait even that long.Someone had inked words on her alabaster tits with a black Sharpie pen. Across one smallish boob was written: “Property of Silva Bullet.” Across the other: “Married White Bitch,” with a spade symbol next to it. She had no memory of how the writing. Most of these, once again, returned to the period of depression that I went through, two years ago. Without thinking I undid the top button of my shirt and reached down inside of it, retrieving an identical device whose design matched that of the girl's. I was not surprised when I saw that my own device was also flashing but this time with an orange light, confirming that it was me whom Emma had linked into. "I..I'd forgotten that I still had this thing. It's been over two years since I joined. Ginny chuckled, “Can I get this?” Dave nodded. “God is the energy source that makes you and everything around you go. I prefer to call it source energy became so many people associate God with a big old man in the sky with a white beard, a white robe with gold ‘G’ embroidered on the pocket, and a bunch of kids that look like cupids flying around. THAT is NOT a real person and that is not God.“If you can align your inner self with this source energy you tap into EVERYTHING!” Ginny spread her. He was good at reading my face and I appreciated him for it. Slowly he worked his cock all the way into my ass and I could feel his pubes being mashed into my cheeks! This was not cold and clinical feeling. I could feel a real live dick filling my hole up. It was warm and hard and big! Darold gave me half a minute to get used to it and slowly removed it until just the head was in. it was the most exquisite feeling ever! Darold now started building up a rhythm. He went slow for a few more.