I didn’t do anything to your drink. What can I do to prove it?’ He was frustrated. Her eyes grew wide as she heard the nickname fall from his lips...like nothing. Anger was taking over her body again. ‘First of all, asshole, don’t you EVER call me that again. You lost that right a long time ago.’ She looked at the drinks in his hands. Damn, did those look good. ‘Take a good drink out of both, and then I’ll know that you did nothing to them,’ she demanded. She watched as he did as she wanted and. My mum likes to tell the stories of how I would do it in my booster seat in the car, bucking myself back and forth and rubbing against the little raised bit in the middle. I don't really remember that though. The first ones I do remember were around 6 or 7 years old and lying on the carpet in front of the tv on my tummy and wiggling and bobbing back and forth or pushing myself backwards and tensing my legs and tummy which felt extra good, but I just thought of it on the same level as a good. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My wife was a fuckin' cock slut whore and I was luvin it!! "YEAH!! OH YEAH, THAT'S IT YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! POUND MY CUNT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" This is when I had to move so I didn't unload right there! I got back to watch Bob's cock slam in and out of her wet pussy, his balls flopping! GAWD DAMN!!! THIS WAS SO HOT!! I couldn't take it anymore and I got behind them. She turn around and looked at me as she felt my cock slid between her ass cheeks.. As they wrapped it up, Scooter figured that Crystal would draw a story and a message out of it, and she did."Most of us have folks at home, wondering how we're doing," Crystal started. "Like that Irish woman, they're walking the beach in the dawn, waiting for our return. I know what the other side of that coin is like. Scooter mentioned that I worked a fishing boat in Alaska. Well, one day Chuck and I were crossing Queen Charlotte Strait in a storm. It was rough out there, huge waves, bigger.