" Fine," Zoey conceded, sitting up. "You wouldn't really spit in my glass,would you?"Mack got an evil grin. "Just get up on time and you won't have to...worryabout that." Nerd." Zoey sent a stuffed animal flying towards Mack.Mack ducked out of the room before it could hit its target, calling out,"Bimbo!"Zoey then followed her normal routine. Well, her normal routine beforehaving met Simone... er Lance. She had tried calling him all day Sunday,but nobody answered. Not even Lance's dad. She left a. She traced down the one between my legs with one finger, stopping at my clit. “It always hurts,” Heather continued, her voice changing. “Imagine being torn apart from everything, everyone you’ve ever known. The hurt, the hate…”And she cocked her head, smiling. “Oh my, what am I even saying? How you must hate me now?”Her hand closed around my chin, my eyes fluttering unfocused as another orgasm stopped just short. “Good! Hate, fear, dread, emotions we can feed on as much as a silly... little.,.. So she had turned to her blogging buddies and asked for prayers and support. It came pouring in with sympathy, humor, well-wishes, and advice.One comment touched her though. He had never commented before. He wasn't a watcher. He had just stumbled onto her blog literally his first week on site."So, what are you doing tomorrow?", DomMike4U asked.She had absolutely no answer for that. What was she going to do? She wrote to him privately and asked if he had any suggestions. Boy, did he!She cashed. "Tell me when you are going to cum I want to taste you in my mouth"She stood up and pulled her leggings down to her knees. She was about to turn and bend over when I picked her and sat her on the bench. I took a big mouthful of it in my mouth my tongue teasing the big hard nipple. The head of my cock pressed against her unable to find the target. Her big hand wrapped around my shaft and guided the head to her wet slit."Fuck me boy" Yes Ma'am"I thrust in and out for what I thought was forever.