" I do take some sleeping pills every other night, but I told the doctor when he prescribed them that I didn't want any refills. I wish that I didn't ...eed them, but my mind is running full speed thinking about John and the kids. Sometimes I can't calm down enough to sleep. I'm glad that we're where we are financially or I'd be even worse with worry." You don't need to worry, and eventually the wounds will heal. There might be some scars left over, but time will help." I'm sure that you're. I pulled her buns apart slightly and stared at the cute little aperture. It was hard to believe that earlier this evening my thick cock had been buried in that tiny hole. I leaned over and ran my tongue over her nether hole causing her to gasp in surprise. I suspected that no guy had ever rimmed her before and she moaned again as my tongue probed the target. I traced my finger over the ridges of her now swollen sphincter and watched as it seemed to pulse and throb under its own accord.I took. I brought it to my dripping pussy. It felt so wonderful to be cured. No weight dragged at me. I felt so buoyant, almost lifting off the ground from all the joy billowing through me. Sven stared at me with these hungry, blue eyes, his stubbled chin coated in Aingeal's juices.“Ride him, Mistress,” Nathalie said, golden hair sweeping about her angelic face. Her little titties jiggled with such enthusiasm.“Why don't you ride him, too, you naughty, little slut,” I purred, rubbing my brother's cock. The train was almost to 42nd Street when Alice felt the unusually tall man stiffen up and go rigid against her bottom. She could discern the swelling of the long meaty pole and the pulses that informed her that the stranger had loosed his load messily inside his trousers. There had been no reciprocal release on her part but at least she could feel her panties were damp with her own juices. The now embarrassed man rushed off the train at the next stop and Alice leaned on the metal pole for.