" I told myself. I had a problem, I needed a name attached to this new me, as well as a new signature. What could it be?It was then that I stumbled up...n an entertainment magazine. I began to fumble through it looking for names that I could pretend to be.Sarah, Crystal, Alyson, Anna, Martina, Michelle, Nicole. Hmmm... Nicole, I like that name.Smith, Carpenter, Thomas, all pretty standard last names. What I wanted was something more unique, special. A Hispanic name would be nice, exotic. Felix,. “Lucky in the comparative altitude, I would not have survived a greater fall and the possibility that I might have emerged underground is too dreadful to contemplate. Lucky to find a snowdrift at the end of my fall. Lucky that the snowdrift was just outside an occupied dwelling. Lucky that the occupant was a woman courageous and caring enough to take in and nurse an injured stranger of rather ... unusual mindset. And on and on. I find it little wonder that no other cases are recorded, the luck. So I pressed my tongue against her anal ring. I pushed on her sour ring, aching to penetrate her. She whimpered and moaned. Then she gasped as my tongue popped into her bowels. She threw back her head, whimpering out in delight.“Daddy!” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, that’s so naughty. Mmm, Daddy! Daddy! You’re in my butthole!”Yes, I was.I rubbed my fingers up and down her juicy pussy as I danced my tongue around in her asshole. I swirled it. Caressed her anal walls. I reveled in the sour taste of. "I can't hold it back, baby! Christ... I'm going to cummmm... !" he blurted as he pounded his blood-inflated cock deep up into the burning sanctuary of her churning belly with long and savage strokes. He could feel the boiling sperm ready to burst from the reservoir of his over- bloated balls as they beat a harsh tattoo against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks. He thrust his plundering tongue to the depths of her throat, and, with greedy, kneading hands, reached down to clutch the widespread.