In my dream, I had passed his flood of cum out my ass. Yet in its passing the liquid satisfied a ravenous craving in my soul, which it had addicted on...the previous night.My belly empty, and my mouth sour, I washed but could not eat. I arrived at work a calm leader with a grudge. I did not take grudges out upon hearts who did not deserve them. I worked efficiently, commanded absolutely, rewarded bravery, and rode down dead weight.On the fourth night, I offered my breasts. His hooves fell loud,. Yep, we all have our excuses. Our goal on drunk Tuesday was to get shitfaced drunk and whatever happens on drunk Tuesday stays with drunk Tuesday.So here we go: It was just another drunk Tuesday, and my friend (who I should mention has lesbian tendencies) and I were prime for it. We'd pregamed at home with a few Little King's and a bit of 80s music. I was only a few minutes from downtown and the art gallery was on in Columbus, so we walked our way into town.We downed a hell of a lot of drinks. "Oh shit."He looked at Karen, then back down at his cock. "What's the matter Jason? Something wrong?" It broke, the condom broke?"Karen quickly sat up and looked. "Oh fuck. I can't believe this. Holy shit Jason. Damn, I think I am in a bit of jam now."Nervously Jason asked. "Do you think you might get pregnant from this?" Well baby, there is a very good chance, especially if your sperm count is high, and this is the right time, yes I might very well be pregnant as we speak. Shit, I can't. Numbers instead of names; the first digits of the number identified the location,” I said.“Here is the conversion numbers to names table that was in a plain language attachment,” I handed it to Eric.“For example, Aabad’s little support group in Alwajh, Saudi Arabia was 100 with Aabad himself [email protected] for an internet address. Haamid was [email protected],” I said.As I read the translated text I passed the sheet around with Vicky collecting them back.“Now fast forward a few months, another.
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