And just as God intended, you are there by my side, as an extension of own body. I smell your body, as you lean into my arms, feeling your skin agains... mine. You reach up to my mouth with those red soft full lips and brush them against mine, your tongue finding its way into my mouth. As we share the first kiss of the day your arms wrap themselves around my body as you shield me from those painful memories that haunt me. I feel your warm body melt into mine and your nipples harden against my. I started to regretall the bananas. When it got bad enough that I realized I wouldn't be ableto eat anything, I turned on the television, eager to get my mind offwhatever was ailing me.The program that appeared was a children's cartoon about a demented spongeand his idiotic starfish friend. This made me angry, and I switched over toan old PBS documentary about an expedition into the Congo in search of greyapes or something. One of the documentary crew came down with Malaria, andso there was a. Then he wanted to try something new. He pulled out his cellphone, turned on the vibrate function, and placed it over Hannah’s clit. She gasped and wriggled as he started to work her. She felt as though she were on fire, wanted to move with him, but could not change her position. After Hannah’s panting and moaning increased, Michael decided to use his mouth. He put his head to her crotch, she could feel his breath on her. Then he began to run his tongue up and down her slit and thrusting his. I was watching thru carefully partially opened eyes, and she was straddling my hips and lowering herself onto Mr. Meat. She finally got everything lined up and slid me home, but she overbalanced and started to tip backwards. So I brought my knees up to provide a backrest."Hi Becky. I guess you want some breakfast sausage." I gave my hips a little wiggle and that made Mr. Meat wiggle and THAT made Becky wiggle. I reached out and placed my big, rough, suntanned hands on her soft, ultra-white.