She could feel her tight little nub stiffen and quake with desire as her walls clenched and her nectar slipped through her swollen folds. Her eyes cl...sed as her head fell back allowing her thick mane of red hair to slide down to her thighs once more. She couldn’t stand yet another round of torture, but His words kept coming back to her. He wanted her so near to the brink of release that she knew she was going to explode when He came home. She stood quietly at the very edge of the small. Oh my god she was sexy!I wake up from my "dream" and start kiss her neck. She start shaking when i touch her. I kissed her neck and back turn her over and start to kiss her tits. I do not know for how long i kissed her but it must been a while and love it. I told her to laid down and slowly take of her panties. And there it was my dream pussy. I just looked at that wet beauty. Then i started to slowly kiss and play with my tongue over her shaved pussy. I let my tongue walk up and down gently. Rather than a single eulogy, the family had decided to have three of them given by different people that had known her in different contexts. Ed had argued that Mrs. Hayes was a woman of subtle complexity. No one person could know all that there was to the woman.Maria spoke as a neighbor, and told stories about how Mrs. Hayes had helped her neighbors in the manner that kind people usually did. There had been more than one occasion in which Mrs. Hayes had sat up the night watching over the. Since I am a hobo and nobody knows who I am, when I pass, I dill be dead, lost, and gone. They will not remember me. So the future only exists if I will exist in it.Today is here, and we should live all dreams like it is our last chance to live them. Because my dream is all that I have, and my world won’t carry on without me. So I should do as I feel, so long as I don’t hurt those who don’t deserve it.I mean it’s really an arrogant way to look at things, but it is the way I have looked at them..