. You start moaning my name and I push you so you're leaning up whilst riding my dick, my hand slides up over your breasts and wraps softly around you... neck squeezing as my other hand slides down your front and I rub your clit with my thumb.. I feel you pussy get hotter as you start moaning louder whilst you cum again and again digging your nails into my chest.‏I release my grip from your throat and push you off of me, I stand up on the bed and grip you by the hair and pull your face to my cock. I decided it was my turn for a bit of pleasure so I held his arms above his head and told him that I was gonna ride his cock til I came then once my body was tired from fucking I would let him use me like a little slut that deserved punishment for being naughty.Sure enough I slid on my pussy clamping down from the shock of the feeling, so thick and deep it didnt take me long before I was cumming over and over. My juices running down his cock onto his balls before I was begging him to fill me up. 'It not just the sex,' he thought.But after the tears there were hugs and kisses (short ones between everyone now), and when Terry and Holly brought out their dulcimers, it was just like old times as they talked and laughed and sang the evening away. And when they sang "Julian of Norwich", the words seemed to have been written just for them:"Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the snow,Love, like the yellow daffodil is lord of all I know.Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the. “Hey, this isn’t a joke. People die from the kind of shape you’re in, you know that? Look at yourself in the mirror. Just take a good look and drink it in.”They observed themselves in the large mirror on the wall that gave them a head-to-toe reflection of both of their bodies.“Do you know what I see you as right now, Charlie?”“No.”“A fat fuck. You’ve turned into a lazy fat fuck is what I can make of it, and wherever you go, you’ll either be laughed at or ignored by the women unless you make a.