.squirt for me, baby... c?mon, baby, squirt!"* * *And now look at me. A coarse debased creature of my own imagination.Wrecked and ruined like Miss Hav...sham?s wedding cake, draped incobwebs... trapped in the past...Or, look at me twenty years ago, standing in a backstage dressing room,surrounded by smoke and mirrors, feather boas, false eyelashes. Thegirl in the mirror, upon closer inspection, is not really a girl atall. Beneath the pancake makeup, the foundation, the rouge, the eyes,so alluring. And they didn’t know who she really was, or her actual age.Thanking the strange gentleman profusely for returning his naked, painted slut-bod from what was obviously a wild party gone bad, Frank rewarded the Good Samaritan with a tip card and helped ‘Tootsie’ inside. Once alone, Tanya held up the disc, grinning triumphantly, if unsteadily.“Wanna see what I did?” she asked, trying to sound intriguing. She managed to sound slightly drunk, instead. She blinked several times, trying to focus her. Just as quickly as the ass is pulled away from my face, it's pushed back into it. As my tongue plunges deep into her rosebud, I can feel the cock pounding my ass getting bigger and harder. I know that this guy must have been very aroused before coming into the ATM Machine room. He's not going to last much longer. Soon I will have his man cream in my bowels.But, he's not the first to blast off. Next, I hear one of the guys skull fucking either Henrietta or the other dirty cunt yell 'Oooohhhhhh. 'He' stirred languidly to my thoughts, thoughts of slipping inside my love. I 'wanted ' to feel that slide.In the low light of the lamp we leave lit at night I watched as unbidden and almost remote from me my fingers traced the line of her back bone, gently to the furrow of her bottom. She sighed gently and wriggled a little under my touch. He stirred again, more purposefully now as he realised his time approached.I used both hands and ran my finger tips down again, this time tracing on down,.