What do you not like?"I shrugged. "Your list sounds about like mine. Though, I think a little pain can be a good thing. I like some twisting on my pie...cings. Other than that, put me down for the same as you, piercings excepted. Though, thinking about bodily fluids, I need some clarification. Does that count as an extra question?" Hit me with it and I'll let you know." I can't believe I'm asking this, but since I'm pregnant - which I still cannot believe! - that brings up the question of. I faced away from him, and slowly worked the handle into my well-lubricated pussy, a little at a time. As I began riding it, I could feel Romeo’s tongue licking at my ass crack again. I reached back and spread my ass wide, and he proceeded to dig into my ass hole with his hot tongue. I rode that shovel handle faster and faster, bouncing up and down, like a jockey racing a horse. My pussy seemed like it spewed out as much cum as Romeo did. Waves of electric spasms rushed through my body as. “Fuck, I hate the dating game.”“Shi-it. Shit. Shit!” I spat and dug out my phone. I looked up at the room. “If I--” If I was to tell you to keep going out with Ike, would you? God, I didn’t want that answer. Celeste was hot! She was curvy, with big breasts, cute eyes, and a bright smile. I think she was hotter pissed off at the credit union than she was in her trying-too-hard date night makeup. I frowned. I took another look at her low-cut first date dress. Her taste in clothes was excellent. I. " From where?" Anastasia asked, intrigued."From an old but reliable source," Tristan replied vaguely. "Will you round everyone up?"Anastasia said she would and left his room to find the others to bring them back. She found the others downstairs in the great room just chatting about inconsequential things. Anastasia explained that Tristan had vital information and invited them to come listen to what he had to say. They all agreed and followed Anastasia back to Tristan's room and crowded around.