" She kissed me soulfully for a minute before moving to a lounge to lie down.After watching that plump ass walk away, I turned to George and said, "Le... me suck you while you're sucking me." He quickly spun around, and we began a pleasurable sixty-nine. Although George couldn't harden, it wasn't just a nub. By pulling on it as I sucked, I could get it to extend about five to six inches.I wondered how big it got before he was no longer able to harden. I'll bet it was a good seven to eight inches.. Laura stood up and leaned forward, grabbing the end of the tape and unwrapping it, which really hit home at the end as the tape was pulled off of my hair, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes. Crumbling up the tape and throwing it aside, she held out her hands in front of my mouth. "All right, spit it out."I had a hard time spitting out the things stuffed in my mouth. From what I could tell, it was one of the blue socks of our uniform. That explained the cotton feeling--but even. I've been talkingto mom more frequently, but I've had no luck with dad. In his mind,Taylor doesn't exist anymore, and it's all my fault."The latest nonsense dad is telling mom is that he knew all along thatTaylor was trouble. He's claiming he could see the future and tried towarn me, but I wouldn't listen. Dad has decided I ignored his advice.Can you believe he's really blaming me for marrying Taylor?"Dad says that it all started with my poor choice in guys. He says Icould never get it right.. Sometimes it is hard to feel beautiful. I have read the comments sections on Twitter, on Flickr, when I post my pictures. They call me a whore, a slut, a cunt. They call me ugly. They tell me I'm a worthless piece of shit. Even the words they use are hard and sharp and cacophonous: fuck, cock, tit, cunt. I don't care. They are avatars to me. They are blocks of pixels. I love soft words. Pussy is a soft word. Kiss is a soft word. Sigh. Cum. Lovely. I put down the camera. I hold both my breasts.