Mr. Potter was skinny,shorter then she was, and almost completely bald. Under hisunbuttoned shirt, course gray hair covered his chest topped offby a t...cky gold chain. He was simply one of the most disgustingmen she had ever seen.Potter could tell she didn't like the idea and said, "I'll giveyou tonight to think about it. Bring either your mouth or yourmoney to my apartment at 8:00 am or I'll be padlocking your doorby noon." He looked at her hot body from her legs to her breastsagain, wanting to. Oh well. So i try to hold a conversation with her friend, but she is waaaaay gone. drunky wants to go to sleep and i stay to finish my cig. I head on inside after five minutes to find drunky passed out doggystyle with her face on the ground. I tried to wake her up and noticed she passed out trying to blow up an airbed. She was snoring and her ass was at cock level as i tried to pick her up but she was dead weight and was not exactly a skinny girl. I tried bumping her ass with a cock thrust and. Your soul remembers just how...To make me squirm...Worship me sweet boy. Please your goddess. Kiss me all over. Suck on what feels right. Your soul remembers. Fuck, I missed your tongue. I missed your greedy hands. You know just how to make Mommy so fucking wet.You: Oh yeah….mommy….Bayley: Mmmm, now get on your knees for Mommy. Worship Mommy’s clit with your glorious tongue. -she burns some of her pants, revealing her sweet pussy to you as you start licking it. -Mmmm fuck….baby... sweet boy.... I prayed that Iwouldn't fall over or slip, nor piss over my shoes. How do ethnic girls dothis in a black tent, I thought, with venom. I'd more or less finished, andwas contemplating mopping up the slot, the labia, the general fanny areaand the thigh that had received an errant trickle and a splash, when Irealised that someone had stolen the toilet roll, so I did my best with awiggle, a couple of pelvic squeezes and a wipe with my hand. At least thewash basins worked - I'd seen the tap running!.