“What does it say about you?” He picked her up and walked her to the small dinette table near the windows. He set her down on it and looked down a... her: her smiling, expectant face, her heaving breasts and erect nipples, her open thighs leaving her pussy open, glistening, and slightly red from use. He aligned his cock to her waiting pussy and pressed the head just inside. She gasped and sighed with open, honest, and willing appreciation. “What does it say, dear?” She looked up to his face after. Meredith wanted to be gross. She wanted to be disgusting. She wanted to treat the world like it was her own personal sewer and defile it, then make other people clean it up so she could desecrate it all over again.And she knew that would never, ever happen, so she contented herself as best she could by dictating the lives of others and deciding who got to be popular and who not, all the while wishing she could simply fling any of them to the ground, sit on their face, and dump a huge load of. "Hey pretty lady!" You are so good for my ego. I just thought I would check up on you. Is everything OK?" Yes it is. In the last 36 hours I have made out with Hannah and Callie. Are you here for the trifecta?"'Slap' came the hardest hitting one of the bunch."Sorry, I should have known better than to talk to my own mother like that." You made out with your sister? When was this?" A couple of hours ago. She came in making sure that Hannah, and I hadn't done anything inappropriate. We ended up. Carmine shook her head solemnly. "No change."Whatever evil Carmine had done to Sam and Arnold it had hit them hard.Rose wondered how much Justin's influence had played a role in Sam'srecovery. The boy stayed with his friend almost 24/7, according toAzalea when she had last visited them.As the last of the crew finished dressing, they piled into their van andset a course for home. The white noise of the engine combined with thebeginning of rain lulled the exhausted idols to a tranquil.