I'm struggling hard to keep my memories of being a carpenters son. I'vehelped my dad make lots of things. I was getting good at building thingswith ju...t a hammer and nails.I reflect on what my life was and what I could have done differently.Should I have fought back? What if I hid out in the swamp? Should I havewent after my girlfriend and walked in here with her?No. I don't wish this endlessness on anyone. I have no choice. I keepwalking. I continue on this trip into darkness.One day, if I. ‘Well it’s my fuckin’ dick! You need to clear this shit with me first. I mean, don’t’ get me wrong, I don’t mind a little spank and tickle, but-‘ ‘But nothing!’ she snapped back. The symbiote had elevated her aggression level and she would need to keep that in check if she was to remain under the radar, at least for now. She cleared her throat and let go of his cock, setting her hand back on the wheel and his dick still at ready to burst, but she had kept it stopped long enough that it wouldn’t. Thoughts of Gina’s marvelous buxom body and my son’s young fit physique dominated my thoughts. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy! I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and out of my pussy. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out.. Sasha knew what was expected and drank heavily as the woman poured copious amounts of orgasmic juices into her mouth.Sasha pulled up her panties as the young woman gained some semblance of control.“Oh, she’s good, Evita. She’s very good!” she said as she collected her things and made for the door.“Glad you approve. Until next time,” said the mistress.“Yes, until then,” said the woman and disappeared out the door.“You’d better be that good come Tuesday,” was all Evita said and departed.When her.