“I was gonna ask about your apparent battle wounds,” Eugene says, officially asking what the hell happened to my face. I sigh again. “Drama,”...I reply looking up to him with a small grin. “I don't doubt it,” he says, watching me. “You don’t wanna know,” I reply mischievously, when in reality, I’m begging him to drop it. Ethan is not a subject I want to discuss with him. “At least tell me you got a hit in,” Eugene says, and gives me a wink trying to loosen me up. And it works because I laugh.. Becky is quite capable of taking care of herself," she allowed. "Loraine's husband might as well try pissing up a rope." Mrs. Zimmer!" I laughed. "I haven't heard that expression since my father passed away! I'm glad you think that way, but if you have noticed his advances, why hasn't Becky?" Do you think she doesn't realize he is drawn to her like a moth to the flame, Steve?" asked Mrs. Zimmer. "He's always chatting her up at these affairs. In my long life, I have come to disregard the concept. What good is it, anyway? I usually head home, mostly to check up on Mom to see if she has brought a trick home. If she has, I don't hang around—I get sick of hearing her fake orgasms. My favorite place, such as it is, is the swampy area behind our house. I take my fishing pole (I forget where I liberated that from) and head out to where the prize catfish can be found. Often, I can catch three or four, and Mom fries them up for supper. My mom can really cook catfish, so this is something purely. Marlow!” the girl whimpered. “I'm about to cum. It'll be so wonderful.”“Ooh, yes, cum!” I moaned. “Let me feel that pussy writhing about my cock. I know it'll be amazing.”“It will!” she moaned, her twat clenching tighter.I thrust harder, building and building towards my orgasm. Sky slammed into Georgia's asshole, their flesh smacking together. The cutie's face twisted. She moaned, trembling between us. She hugged me tight, whimpering.Her pussy felt incredible about my dick. The ache swelled at.