Mom, Carrie, Tina the Big Mama, Molly, Kitty, all the others, their names, their faces, their cunts flew through my mind as I stroked, trying to remem...er which ones I had done what with, my first orgasm with each, my last, my best, my favorite. I wanted to enjoy this; I wanted to hold out as long as I could before I had to cum."Play with your balls, Ned." That was Mom.I reached a hand through the other leg hole."No! Let us see them."My hands abandoned cock and balls and began to pull Mom's. Within a mintue she reached a second orgasm and then a third. After the last orgasm she said she could not take it any longer and begged me to stop. I gave her wet slit one last taste and then moved up to kiss her. As I kissed her, I felt her hand on my cock and she guided me to her opening. She raised her hips and let my cock head enter her. I lowered myself I without out too much resistance, even thou there was a lot of pressure around my cock, I slide into her.She grunted that my cock felt. ” With that said the doctor left his officeand John could hear him as he opened the door, shut it,and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafterto his office and sitting behind his desk. “Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?” Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, sincehe’d already read the short files in front of him, buthe always felt better if the patient actually told himthe reasons for the visit, instead of having to try andpull it. ’ ‘Where’s it at Glory?’ ‘Club Liquid, on Fifty-Seventh. Eight sharp, don’t be late.’ This was rather ironic, considering that Glory was always the late one. Amanda was positive that Glory was going to be late for her own funeral. Glory Jacobson had no sense of time. She never wore watches and if she bought a clock, it was always digital. Glory hated having to decipher the hands, it made her feel stupid. Fabtabulous: A descriptive word that describes the inner workings of a cocaine addict..