“Jake, No, you can’t”. I protested weakly. He smiled up at me and slid his fingers over my clitoris and between my swollen wet lips. I grabbed i... head and pulled his face into my chest, pressing my wet dripping cunt against his nimble finger tips. Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care!He probed my wet, velvety folds, circling my clit and teasing my lips apart, two fingers entered my hot, dripping hole. His thumb caresses my clit as he probed for my g-spot. His other hand stroked and. If I had to write a song about youSurreal Dream, is what I would call itOur relationship was too good to be trueI cherished it, bit by bitUntil the day it was torn apartBy silly misunderstandings and complicationsEven today our breakup is a hazy memoryDid it really happen or was it just a hallucinationEverything about you and our loveLike a deja vu on repeat mode, it seemsWhich is why I dedicate this poem to youMy ex-girlfriend, my surreal dreamI miss you .The most beautiful thing anyone has. Now what. Now he was ignoring her again. Who was this boy? Why didn't he react like all the others? "You do have a car... don't you?" she said.He looked back up. "My folks have a van. I can probably borrow it. That OK?"She was unnerved by his calmness. She nodded her head and fled.That night the phone rang. It was Morton. "What time and where do you want me to pick you up?" he said. She wanted to groan. She gave him the information and dreaded the weekend for the rest of the week.Promptly at. ”On the drive home, Julie asked, “Can I use the dildo after you fuck your ass?” I laughed and said, “Sure, that thing is going to get a work out. Maybe I should stop at the store on the way home from work and get you one.” We got to the house and Lucius was already gone.Julie beat me to it, she asked, “So, how did Lucius’ cock feel? Did he stretch your pussy?” “NO,” Susan said, “I did have to see how big he was. I didn’t let him fuck me, honest, but I did suck his cock and he sucked my.