Their eyes met and soon their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. Ben was sitting up on the bed with his legs crossed. Lisa was sitting on his ...ap; their arms were wrapped around one another. As they rocked back and forth, their hands explored each other’s body. As their climax and heart rates began to build together, their senses were working overtime. “Oh Lisa, please honey, I need you to stop. I am about to cum. I want to last for you. You feel so wonderful. I love the way you kiss me. She would have it done there. Completely weary, she decided to get dressed, go to that salon and have a nice breakfast before returning here to get some sleep. She wondered if Mike would be free Saturday and Sunday. She hadn't seen him in two weeks and felt the need for his hardness to relieve her horniness.Fern found that she loved David Goldman. He was such a cuddly little bear. He had tickets to the Kennedy Center for a symphony concert that night. This was one of her night's off. Dinner and. But that’s a should have. I have no regrets except that gnawing feeling of, ‘Numchucks, where are you?’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘They had to put ole pig eye down today,’ one of the Riverside gossiping quartet said with a note of sorrow. The band of aged desperado’s sat at the local corner store. ‘Brutus? The tiger stripe pit bull of Al’s?’ ‘Yep, the Mill works and Cabinet shop mascot.’ ‘Yep, ole Iron Tail himself. I swear when that dog wagged his tail and it hit your leg it was. A dull thump, followed by a deep, moan from Monica. It must have been a punch. Furniture scraping, something smashing. Another scream. The bedroom door opened but was quickly slammed shut. Gagging. Another slap. A deep, painful cry. Gagging.?Suck me harder!? bellowed Fleming. Yet another slap. Maybe a punch. A whimpering cry from Monica. More gagging sounds, choking, struggling. It seemed to last forever. The rhythmic gagging went on and on, and he heard the occasional lustful grunt from.