You know, the normal conversation that you have with your mother. "Oh and there was a letter that came here addressed to you. There's no return addres... but the hand writing is awful pretty. Maybe a female, but I don't know." Thanks Mom, I'll get it after work. Leave it on the front stairs." Alright Lizzie, Mommy loves you." You too, Mom," I mocked.By the time I was leaving for the night, I was about sick of the flashing IM on the screen, but I decided that I was going to leave it for the. He pulled his joybar out of the gaping chasm that was now my rear end and stuck it in my mouth. Grabbing my head with both hands, he forcefully fucked my face, pistoning in and out of my mouth like some crazed machine. It seemed like forever before he withdrew it, brushing my lips with his helmet."Open wide, Cunt," he snarled. "Don't swallow — yet."He must have a hollow leg; that's where he stores all that cum. No man alive could manufacture that much in such a short time. In moments, my mouth. .a Mile High Slut. Fuck, yes, push it in, push it in!” His finger was long and thick, and it had ridges from all the work he obviously did. “Fuck me with it!” He complied eagerly. Here, in the middle of the lounge, a young guy was finger-fucking me shamelessly, and god, how I loved it! “But what does that mean, Miles High Slut?” he inquired while his eyes kept staring at my face in fascination. “I’m a slut, and everyone…” I had a hard time concentrating. His finger moved faster and faster in. Turn over. Come on, look at me Chad. Look at me and see how I look right now, she thought as she felt like mouthing the words as if that would do something more extraordinary then usual. Oh god Chad, she started to think, look at me. Look at my body Chad. I’m almost naked. Can you believe it? I’m almost completely naked right now. Here I am, my dress is unbuttoned, you can see my bra and underwear, and I want you to see me like this. I do, Chad. I really, really do. Tell me how beautiful I am..