. oh gross. I mean he hasn't done anything wrong. He just tells me how pretty I am and how much he loves me and I think, God save me! Still there are ...imes when I just want to be hugged by him. But I can't do it ... I get close to him and start to hug but when he hugs back, I like freak out and pull away.He says that the boys are going to start paying a lot of attention to me but I know he's wrong.He loves me, just like he loves my mom. He tells mom she is pretty all the time and my mom laughs. She had done terribly. Definitely worse than the girl she had seen get shunned from the auditions without so much as a word of comfort. Eloise straightened up and crossed her arms, shifting her weight onto one hip. She hadn’t gotten a chance to finish the prescribed routine that all the hopefuls trying out were given to perform. Eloise felt the frustration welling up inside of her, and silently promised herself not to use the word ‘like’ too much when she spoke. She tended to do when she was. He was watching the World Series game between the Yankees and the Cardinals. He really was interested in the game but it was difficult to concentrate on the game while he could hear the lapping sound of Patricia’s tongue against the pussy he knew so well. This was his winter home – lying deep within the wilds of the Smoky Mountains. His summer home was in a central northern state, being attended to by his number one sex slave, LardAss. (Author’s note: See the ‘LardAss Saga’ for the. For all practical purposes we were alone in a world that had been swallowed and replaced by a void, a dizzy and wonderful void. With my cock still in her mouth, she spun and forced her damp pussy against my face. My tongue hungrily found its mark. Her mouth continued the rhythmic up and down movement on my shaft and the rain sounded like it might tear the vehicle apart. We were beyond caring, beyond everything. Suddenly, she dispelled the darkness with a guttural moan, “Uugggghhhhhhh,” followed.