My voice sounding so much different than those of the two men whose voices had just filled the room. Mine was so much quieter, the men had spoke so lo...dly to each other, mine is so much higher in pitch, I sport a high alto with an uncontrollable soft vibrato, and my thick New York accent was completely opposite of the Texas accent from Theron and the mix of the Missouri and Tennessee accent that my husband has."It's usually not so thick, but I'm nervous, so I can't help it." Why are you. I knowhe is trying to hurt me. I have never been picked up by the pussy lipsbefore. He pulls the covers off himself and sits on my rib cage with his hardpenis pointing between my naked breasts. I had no idea that his cock was solarge. He takes my hands in his and lays them on the outside edges of mybreasts and forces them together, pressing my breasts around his aroused dick.He begins hunching his penis between my breasts. My own son is fucking mytits! I am wet with perspiration and his. Adding to this, Booker also mentioned to me that Carlos always seemed to fancy me, taking glances at me whilst I was working out at the gym. That said, he asked that since Carlos’s bachelor’s night was going to be one of his last nights being single and since Carlos for a long time has been wanting to fuck me, Booker asked if after the party, I could take Carlos to the guest bedroom and “service him” for the night. Seeing how it seemed like a bit of fun and my boyfriend was literally asking me. "Mañana is Spanish for tomorrow," she said patiently. "Eat your food." Okay," I said doubtfully. I wasn't one to try too much foreign cooking. Fat back and beans and poke salad was fine for me. If I wanted something fancy, I get me some ham and okra. Then I took a taste. My mouth went to heaven all by its own self. Whatever that stuff was, it was good. "Holy cow!" I grinned. " This is really good." I reached for another one and got my knuckles cracked. It didn't hurt, but it made me draw.