Elle avait peur de s'enfarger car ses seins, aussi gros que sa tête, lui bouchaient la vue et avec le plateau dans les mains en plus, elle ne pouvait...absolument pas voir les marches. Mais, avec mille précautions, elle se rendit jusqu'à la chambre à coucher. "Surprise!"À moitié endormie, ses cheveux courts et en bataille retombant sur ses yeux, Suz se retourna. "Oh! Le petit déjeuner au lit!" Elle se redressa alors que Biteuse déposait le plateau sur ses genoux. Toutes deux étaient aussi bien. As the days passed she got more and more down in the dumps and our sex life began to suffer. Not willing to let that happen I tackled the problem head on. I told her that being depressed made absolutely no sense at all. She was still attracting male glances; she was still being hit on and that she was as sexy as she had ever been."That's not true," she said," "I only get hit on by guys that know us and who know I'm going to turn them down. It's just flirting, nothing else." Bullshit!" I said,. I didn’t want to admit how horny I was, and for a girl. I was straight, wasn’t I? I didn’t like girls. Right? Megan pulled my pants down and pulled my black thong aside, revealing my pink, wet pussy. She licked her lips before giving me a devilish look. ‘Ever get your pussy licked?’ she asked. I was going to say no but she had already started licking my clit, and I couldn’t say anything intelligible. Just a blur of sounds. Still, it felt so fucking good. I moaned, running my fingers through her. ‘Oh, yesh!’ she said with mouth full of slick, hard penis. She needed relief and this was as good as it would get for a while. When the clock reached 11 p.m., Zach got up to leave. Leila protested. He asked why she wasn’t going home. “I don’t want to go home,” she said. Leila had been holding back, not wanting to share too much information. But by now she had had several lines of coke. Her mind was clouded with marijuana and she’d been through four martinis. Her tongue was loose and she.