"This sure as hell isn't Kansas," I murmured.She shook her head and I could see she was trying not to laugh."So if I'm not dead," I said, "And this is...'t heaven. Then where am I?"The girl stood up from her chair and walked to the end of what I had imagined to be a bed. "For you," she began," You are in a place yet to be. For me," she smiled, "I'm in a place that used to be. This place is somewhere for you to heal and the place from where your life begins again. You are safe here, Harry. Think. Mark later made his way to the food court and to his surprise the girlwas there and sitting alone. Mark ordered something and sat at a table across from her so he could check her out. He couldn't help but noticeher beautiful legs since she had on a mini. As she crossed her legs, Markgot a glimpse of her red panties. He got an instant hard-on. Shesuddenly looked up and saw Mark at the other table and once againsmiled at him. Then she uncrossed her legs and got up to leave. Markagain got a. The would always ask Julie where her “hubby” was, and after they explained to her what a hubby was, she started calling me that as well. By default, Julie became “wifey”, it was cute.As we got older, hubby and wifey started to wear off. We both had other friends now and at ten or eleven years old, the opposite sex was taboo. You did not admit to knowing them, let alone liking them. So, telling people that Julie was my “wifey” would have been the source of endless ridicule. Thus, the nicknames. Ooohhh...oh shit...ffuuuucccckkkK!!!” I screamed as my pussy clenched on Quentin's cock. He grunted hard as he pulled himself out of my pussy with a sharp popping noise. “Damn, that was hot, ma,” He said, laughing, “Almost busted my nut in there.” He moved away from me and crawled over to Jeff, who was stroking his cock while watching me be manhandled by the two of them. DeJuan climbed over my body and posed his cock at my entrance. He sat there for a moment while I lied there, breathing from.