If I could just stop being a prude. The fact of the matter is I can’t. It is simply because I know who I am. Everyone says sex is unbelievable. If ...ou think about it, every dynamic comparison is along the lines of ‘It is better than sex’. I find that frightening beyond measure. Everything I like I overindulge in. For instance, I love scallops! There isn’t an item to consume greater than these lovely shellfish. I can eat scallops and eggs for breakfast, fried scallops and fries for lunch, bacon. But it will get them off my back." How hard is the road?" Not bad. We could go there on what I think of as the southern route – down through Goulburn and Yass and return through Cowra and Bathurst." How far is it?" About 250 klicks each way." 'And alone and unassisted brought them back.'" What?" Last but one stanza of 'The Man From Snowy River'. Banjo Paterson. Let's do it. You phone your parents and tell them we'll arrive about midday." Great. Call me tomorrow?" About this time? Fine." I got. I stared only into my pillow as she did it. I waited maybe ten minutes before I heard the rattling of someone finishing off a juice box. Instantly I turned to my dresser but found my food still there. That was when I realized that my mom must have brought Ean a meal too. It was also when it hit me that Ean was the father; it was his baby as well. His baby died inside of me. That just gave me another reason to hate every possible thing in my life. That food I so much wanted to eat just became. Jason had not tasted cunt for a long time but he loved lapping at this one as his cock was stimulated by Janice's lips and tongue. Jason's tongue was sending Janice wild and she wriggled to try to press her soaking pussy even further into his face as her lips and tongue worked overtime on his cock.They were both getting dangerously close to cumming and with them both sensing the other's situation, they re-doubled their efforts and Janice groaned as best she could with a throbbing penis in her.