Instead she placed her books on the floor and lay face down on her bed. The tears began to sting her eyes. She cried silently as she stared at the fad...d pink flowers on the wallpaper lining her room. She had adored that wallpaper as a little girl, but now that she was a teenager, she hated it.Mia couldn't understand why her grandpa hated her mother so much. None of it made any sense to her. Uncle Frank often tried to help Mia understand her grandpa's reasons, but he was always afraid of saying. Her stomach, still wet with piss, now could feel her clitty twitching lightly and her hands instinctively went there, gently rubbing it through her bodystocking. Harry ripped another pile of paper towels from the roll, slid the cage over and began drying underneath it. Harry finished drying the last bit of the floor, taking the paper towels back into the kitchen and throwing out the soaking wet pile he had accumulated. Envoy, now done with his mission, laid down in the middle of the living. I’m no different than any other red blooded American man.’ ‘I guess not,’ Hoot intoned. ‘No different than any other red blooded American man who only thinks with cock.’ Mutt shook his head. ‘I knew that giving up beer because of the little girl was a bad idea. We’re not drunk enough, and I’m going to remedy that. Good night, gentlemen, Reverend Pidgeon.’ He stood up quickly enough to wobble a little, then strode quickly to his car in the lot, giving the girls a couple of quick looks and a nod. She held it with her hand and slid down its length.“Oh, maa!” she yelped. Using her knees, she moved up and down on my throbbing hardness. Her tits bounced with each thrust. She put her hands on my chest and closed her eyes while continuing to impale herself. After some time, she arched back, lay her hands on my legs.She continued to fuck, touching my balls and cock in between. She was bending my cock to the limit, and it felt wonderful. She then reached forward, and we started sucking my.