This time, the pain was even more intense, and she felt blood streaming down her cheek. ‘Now look at what you made me do? I told you that I wouldn�...�t hurt you, didn’t I? Look at what you make me do!’ with these words he touched his own face with the knife and ran it across his jaw. Then he looked at Celeste’s chest, rising and falling, as she tried to catch her breath in vain. He quickly cut off the coat buttons, opening the coat and having a good look at her figure. He smiled hungrily,. “I love you, Mom,” I moaned. I didn’t want to be loud. Justin was in the next room, though he hadn’t bothered to hide all the fun he was having with mom last night.I didn’t care that mom was his whore, too. I only cared that she loved my pussy. I savored her lapping through my folds, brushing my clit again and again. My body shifted and undulated. My hands pulled up my nightgown farther my body, thrusting them over my budding breasts. I squeezed my little mounds, my thumbs rubbing over my pink. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the weekend. Jake knew Abbie was always one to say yes to her friends, so Jake casually asked. Willowy and long in frame. He stumbled away straight into thewarm embrace and kiss of the most soft and perfect lips he had ever met.His cheeks burned at what he thought was embarrassment only to pull awayand find his face was now soft hairless and rounded. His examination thenfelt a straight and beautiful nose and long eyelashes and thoughts ofthree more of the women he'd already met followed. He now realised whatthese 'gifts of what he most desired' were and the full horror of whatawaited him.