.. I am ... Elissa Cousland.” I hadn’t said it out loud yet, and it felt strange. “I still want to go by Sierra though. That’s okay, right?”...e hummed. “I think you can go by whatever name you please. I’d find it rather strange to start calling you Elissa, I admit.”I swung for a moment, the words I wanted to say stuck somewhere in my chest. “They...” I gestured at the book. “They loved me. They really did. I wasn’t abandoned, just ... lost.” I swallowed thickly.He held me tighter and kissed my. This is our future,Our destiny,The tragedyOf our timesAnd of our children'sChildren's lives.STRAPPED-ON MASCULINITYShe looks so cute,Sitting thereWith her cock out,Weighing her ballsIn one handWhile she pets and playsWith her penisWith the other,Imaging the Things She'll DoOnce her girlfriend's home,Now she has a borrowedPrick of her own.INTERRACIAL LESBIAN SEXA white face forcedInto a black cunt,Force-fed pussy juice:Interracial lesbian sexMakes the worldBlack and white,But not simple,Not at. I don’t remember getting off the couch the whole day. I had a stun look on my face as the door knob to the front door turned. I then heard my Mom laugh. Followed by another woman’s laugh. “Hi! Sweetie.” Said my Mom. I then heard the front door slam. “Hey!” was all I could say. “This is my best friend from college. Mrs. Wendy Cotton. Wendy this is my Son. Buck…”said my Mom. “Very nice to meet you. Your Mom says very nice things about you, Buck.” Said Mrs. Cotton. I could only smile. "You have fever Bhiya." She sounded worried."Yes, there is a little temperature." Will a cold compress help?" Yes, it would but don't want to trouble you." There is no trouble." She replied and came back with cold water and a hand towel in some time.She started giving me a cold compress and stood near my head. I asked her to sit beside me on the bed, but she replied she is good.The cold compress and caressing were comforting me. I felt guilty of objectifying her all the time. But, I was.