“Uh...I don’t know. Just different.” I shrugged. “Different good, or different bad?” She said back with a little smile. I was lost for words...because I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I opened my mouth a few times but nothing came out. The third time my lips parted she leaned in and kissed me. Pulling back, she asked again, “Different good? Or different bad?” I felt like I was having every emotion all at once. My brain seemed to be short-circuiting. I wasn’t quite sure what to do so I. ‘You must be joking, when the hell…’ Before he could go on, Dev came walking into the kitchen, he was toweling off his hair and unaware of the newcomers. ‘Hey Reni, forget the pancakes, just come back to bed, and…’ His voice dropped off as he realized they weren’t alone. Reni began to laugh and she watched as he ran back in the bedroom and shut the door. ‘That will teach him to put at least a towel on…’ A tall, slender redheaded woman about her real mother’s age smiled as she stepped around her. I dated girls and had a girlfriend in high school. I purposely chose the highly religious gal that didn’t want to have sex until marriage. Since friends knew I wasn’t having sex (HA!) with my girlfriends, I got the nickname of “Priest.” It was perfect though as my girlfriend and I made out a lot. I just got to go home and have my blueballs thoroughly taken care of. I didn’t need to have sex as I was having plenty at home from the greatest woman. All my friends were hot for my mom, they. Daddy's doing the pody trainin!" Without effort his strong hands held her jaw open to a maximum hinge. And without any nudging, Tim gladly demonstrated his best racehorse piss straight down Lisa's throat. They all laughed, Steve the loudest, as he braced against her convulsions, keeping her tightly in place to swallow every bit of urine. Like a pro, he tilted her head back until every last drop went down the hatch, only losing a little up her nose."Dammit!" I fucking forgot pics. Frank, piss in.