No chicken will be required to cross the road to surrender her eggs. Period.JOHN McCAIN: My friends, the chicken crossed the road because he recognize... the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.HILLARY CLINTON: What difference at this point does it make why the chicken crossed the road.DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.BILL. She popped her mouth off of it, leaving the nipple pink and shiny. My head swam. My balls boiled. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was like I entered the Twilight Zone, stepping out of reality.“You liked that,” giggled Betty. “I know you did. Your dick doesn't lie. It can't.”“What is going on?”“I've been aching for this moment,” Betty panted. “You touching her, fucking her. It makes me so wet when I think about it. I masturbate in her bed while she's at school. I pretend I'm her and. All I could see was her sleeping (half-naked). I looked again to check if the man was gone. I ran towards the main door to see if his shoes were there.It was confirmed that he went away. I went inside the room, where she lay, half-naked. The blanket only covered her upper back and ass. Slowly, I moved the blanket to expose her big ass. I could see the big ass she hid from me. It was so thick that neither her pussy nor her anal was visible.I was afraid, but gathering some courage, I tried to. I'm not sure what to do so I copy what she had done to me.Her body shows signs of aging, her large breasts sagging and her stomach soft, but I have never seen a sexier sight than the one of my best friend lying naked on the bed underneath me. The feel of her rubbery nipples against my tongue and the hard softness as I pull them into my mouth turning me on even more than I ever thought possible. Kissing my way down her stomach, I inch closer to her smooth pussy lips, the smell of her arousal.