She probably didn't even need her bed, being on a cruise and all. She'd cruise around Mr. AssHole and stop every once in a while so he could plug one ...f her portholes. Fucking slut.My thoughts turned to the time after Cynthia would be coming home. I certainly didn't want to perform in front of the cameras, and I couldn't imagine how to act 'normal' when I was thinking about her and Mr. AssHole in Houston.Maybe I'd get an attack of PTSD. I'd never had any flashbacks, being busy during rehab, and. ‘Oh come on honey! You know I was a virgin when I met you!’ Amy said, holding her mug out for her husband to top off with Kahlua and turned to face Tyler. ‘Well, born again anyway!’ Tyler nervously laughed along with Amy and glanced over at Brooke as Jacob filled her mug as well, his hand on her hip as he did so. ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa Jakey… You know I don’t do well with alcohol,’ Brooke giggled. ‘You know, you’re the only one I allow to call me Jakey. I hated it as a kid and I hate it now, but. Ben packed my Hersey Hole with some kind of petroleum jell and exited to his computer key board and said, “Already 21 viewers, Babe.”Eva then started rubbing my anus lips with another jelly substance and I could feel the area where she was rubbing start to go num. I turned my head to the left and there was a TV screen with my ass shinning like a full moon. Eva’s right hand glove was greased with petroleum jelly. First she worked one finger in my fudge hole, then two, there and so on. Soon her. SHE SAYS:Your hand tugs at my wrists, and I obligingly kneel in the rough grass. You release your grip and walk around me with one hand in my hair, still in control. I raise my head defiantly to watch your progress, watch as your naked body stands before me. My pussy is aching in anticipation, my green eyes bright and sparkling with passion.I try to turn my head away from your approaching hardon, but your grip is too strong. I am only being outwardly coy, as play, I desperately want to taste.