“Your long black hair beautifully frames your face, and flows down your softly rounded shoulders,” I continued. “Your eyes are large, dark, and...project intelligence, and a wisdom that is rare for one so young. Your nose is in perfect proportion to the rest of your face, and your lips were made to hold a kiss. Your breasts are round and firm, and your perky nipples indicate that you are aroused too. Your stomach is flat, and your waist is small. Although completely naked, you are sitting. "John, stay under here," your dad yelled over the noise. "I'm going to get your mom! Don't move!"He ran off into the throngs of people - everyone was running for Route 13, the only way out of the town. "STACY," you shout - recognizing your mother's friend, Stacy Heart, as she was running pass you. "STAAAACCCYYYYY!!!!" She stops suddenly - looking at you in shock, she starts running towards you, when the crowd around her screams in fear! A pack of Houndour had run dead at her - burning the grass. Ooo…aaa…hmm. I caressed my tits with my fingers and climaxed. I lied there exhausted. The soft jelly juice was flowing from my pussy and fingers. I looked at that feebly.I felt an urge to smell my pussy. I smell my fingers and it looked nice. I entered my fingers in to my mouth. The soft and salty jelly mixed with my saliva. I liked the taste of my own juice. I closed my eyes. The softness of the warm piss coming out of the pink lips of my friends holly holes aroused Me again. I took my juice. I was hoping for something like "Favorite Hostess snack cake?" "But honesty is the best policy," words never said by a male the history of time, so I began my sad tale. "Her name was Zoey, and it lasted two tumultuous years." Now, why did it end?" She continued the interrogation, rubbing her hands together in joyful anticipation. Slipping into my patented delaying tactic, I hopped out of bed to make our brunch, a Spam and sausage gravy Hot Pocket. Returning to her, she glanced first at the.