It's just that I miss my sister. I get to talk to her, but it's not the same as seeing her everyday."Ken sat on a stool and began chopping lettuce."My...mother," Ari continued, "has totally gone off the deep end. I don't know what her problem is, but she's making Tina into a prisoner. Practically the only time she's allowed out of the house is to go to school. And church, of course. Mom's going twice a week now and Tina's had more than enough of this bullshit. Mom's also talking about putting. Her vice-like pussy was much better than my wife and my mistress. I began forcefully pounding her pussy. Her moans getting louder and louder. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back. She clamped down on my neck with her mouth. Her legs wrapped tightly around my ass, beckoning me to go deeper in her pussy. I put her legs up on my shoulders. This position allowed me to drive deeper into her wanton pussy. The deeper I drove my big fat cock into her, the more she began to scream. I. He was so close I could feel his breath as he yelled at me. His eyes were green, and I swear they would get lighter when he was mad. I could smell him now. I am not sure if he always smelled like this, but I could always smell him when we got in these arguments. I always daydreamed that I could smell his testosterone. I know it’s silly, but it is a neat thought that maybe I have some animalistic power to smell men when they are at a heightened point. “What else do you fucking want!?” He said. I would never go so far as to say I was fat, but I'm definitely on the curvy side.So, with my hair braided so it didn't frizz everywhere, my DDD's encased in a sports bra that gave support and comfort without that nasty wire that jabs you at every opportunity, my hips and butt tucked into a pair of not totally unsexy underpants (Remember Bridget Jones Diary? NOT the granny pants!) and the whole lot covered with a light but hopefully attractive emerald green summer dress, I took a taxi from my.