“Nicole, why don’t you tell Finn how that blow job felt.”“It was the best blow job I’ve ever had. Definitely put your mom to shame.”That d...finitely pissed Finn off. “Don’t talk about my mother like that! You don’t know what she’s been through. That lady is a saint!”His voice has reached a pitch I’ve never heard before. I don’t think I’ve even seen a girl’s voice reach that high. “You don’t talk about a man’s mother like that. She’s not a whore.” “Dude, they were just kidding. Calm down,” Jason. To accentuate that a beefy young man came up and out of the chute and took a ride around the turntable. He was wearing a Santa hat on this, two days after Christmas, and was waving merrily to the last of the stragglers pulling the last-delivered bags off the carousel. As he passed Lisa, standing there, looking forlorn, her shoulders beginning to shudder, and tears rolling down her cheek, he called out ‘Merry Christmas.’ But, seeing that she was in distress, he looked back in concern as the. With his body on mine I lifted my legs to his side giving him access to my waiting anal orifice. Just as Daryl reached down and guided his rigid cock into my anal opening, T-Bone raised up and whispered 'Daryl, you fucking that bitch,' Daryl froze and whispered back 'take your dumb ass to bed, you be dreaming.' T-Bone stirred from Daryl's bed and moved across the room. He must have touched Daryl 'what the fuck you doing man,' Daryl said. T-Bone answered 'you fucking that bitch, make him suck. Crockett, his twin brother, was holding my legs up with my knees in the crook of his elbows, thrusting just as hard into my wet pussy. Dammit!, I thought. I was almost there. Jericho, I think, loves me. I like him too, but I'm not ready to make the commitment to move in with him. For one thing, it would kill my mom. She dreams of me marrying a white boy, preferably some insurance salesman or accountant, so he can provide a "life of ease" for me. I really have no interest in that. She's been.