Timmy now had the unpleasant task of removing his makeup (which wascoming along quite nicely itself) and his cute flowered summer dress andpreparing f...r another long night at work. He hated this part, but therent needed paying and the fridge needed filling... so he kept stockingshelves. He wasn't sure he would keep his job for long though. Theassistant manager continued to scrutinize his appearance and he wasn'tsure but he thought the other night shift employees were complaining aswell. Timmy. The thing is that I didn`t know that my mom loved cum as much as me.Mom:"Kifer to bizin ggne difoute la? [Why must you get cum?]"Me:"Akoz mo ena pitin ek mo kntan difoute[Because I`m a slut and I love cum]"Mom:"Mo ossi mo kntan difoute[I love cum too]" We both wanted cum but there`s only one dad. I was stopped jerking off as he saw both of us fighting of his cum. He didn`t like it. "To p kroir zisse pitin ki ggne difoute. Moi ossi mo ley [So you think just sluts get cum. I want that too]" She. I pushed her legs as far apart as I could and started kissing her thighs before diving right in. She tasted different than the other pussy I had tonight. She tastes better and was far more sweeter. She couldn’t stop talking and was rambling on the whole time my tongue moved in her hungry wet pussy. “That... Mmm... is it... right there... mmm... fffuck... mmm... don’t stop... mmm.... I... am... cuminnng!” I watch her body tremble in ecstasy and it gave me great pleasure knowing that I caused it. And as we ate our pancit and shared a coke, all I could think about was sex, sex, sex. And I couldn't help thinking how my life had changed in just a few short weeks since I'd first had sex with him in Nana's attic.So this is what romance is all about, I thought. When I'd been at the convent, I'd always thought that it was about gazing into each others eyes and holding hands. Or perhaps gently kissing after you'd known each other a few weeks. That was what the girlie magazines had told me. You.