That alter of adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long history has been spilled as an offering to the cunt dreams and obsession... of young boys? And even as grown men, having just received the satisfaction of its sacrament, how often does the lust, desire and even pain remind us that we LACK a cunt around our prick, or at the end of our fingers or tongue, and that, by god, its time to worship again? Linda, you have a cunt of great beauty. If it could speak, it would BEG to. The two buyers that have changed have had no dealing with us and the two hits on our vans are a mystery. The drivers both said the same. That the van was driving fine one minute then all four tires were flat the next. Before they knew what was happening the windows smashed, something sprayed in the cab and it was lights out. It happened on a back road out of sight and when they came around the merchandise had gone." That's not fucking good enough. I pay you lot to assure things like this are. "I hope we aren't interrupting anything. Jimmy said you were working." No, I left a copy behind to handle it. She can't heal but she can do everything else." You did what?" Allison asked.Lizzy gave her a funny look and said, "I left a copy behind. You know, a clone of myself, don't you do that?" Never occurred to me to try," Allison answered. "We'll have to talk about it later. Right now we've got a problem. Did Jamie tell you anything?" No, just that you guys needed me." Actually, I needed. Your tongue going between lazily languishing between the warm wet folds of my inner and outer pussy lips-stopping to softly suck on each side - kissing my clit and flicking it with your tongue. Burying your fingers deep in me while you suck my clit like its the only thing that can nourish your need. Your tongue circling around and inside of me. Tasting. Exploring. Making me shiver with anticipation and promise of complete fulfillment. Now it's my turn to explore you. I kiss your mouth, tasting.