And it was too damn hot. I needed water.Despite the heat and the dryness in my throat, I was oddly comfortable. I didn't want to move, but I knew I ha... too if I didn't want to die of heat stroke. Resigning myself to living rather than staying where I was comfortable, I pried my eyes open to find out why it felt like I was getting cozy with an electric blanket and almost screamed in shock at what I found instead.So it wasn’t a dream.It must not have been, because only actually drunkenly sleeping. I'm happy to announce that I'm neither of those. I won't be announcing that Armageddon has arrived and neither am I here to corrupt everyone's souls and trick you into going to Hell. From what I've been told about Archangel Michael, he said there wasn't any such thing as the Devil or Hell, so I'd be pretty stupid if I tried to do anything along those lines, not that I'd have a clue where to start. -- "I'm Mark Anderson. That's all I am and all I want to be. My primary interests in life are. Her hand dipped lower, two fingers sliding between the ruby colored lips of her cunt. They slipped in readily, curling up into her sloppy tunnel. Her face looked almost like it was in pain, her glossy lips forming an "o". A slight groan rolled into "Ohhbaby...so...fucking...wet...mmmm" She withdrew her glistening fingers, making a squelching sound, and reaching across my reclining form, stuck them in my mouth. "You like that baby? You like the way mommy's pussy tastes?" Did I? "Oh yes mommy! I. ‘Yes, why?’ Emily wanted to know, ‘If I asked you to stop taking them, would you?’ he asked. Emily took a breath. ‘Do you want me to stop taking them?’ she asked. ‘Are you fucking anyone else?’ he asked. ‘No, are you?’She asked, afraid of what he might say. He laughed, ‘I can’t. They are not you. I want a son, Em. I want him with you.’ A baby, a little boy or girl, ‘Wait, we can’t. What would everyone think?’ she asked. Terrance sighed, ‘You’re right. We can’t have a little one.’ He turned and.