”“And she won’t be if she’s somewhere else for a while?”“No, but I’m afraid we’ll grow apart,” I sighed.“Maybe you both need to gr...w, and this is how it happens.”“Maybe, but I’m concerned about her.”“That’s a different thing from the problem of being apart. You’re sad; she sounds like she might be depressed.”“My mom talked to Jocelyn’s mom and I guess Mrs. Mills is going to talk to the counselor who helped Jocelyn after the accident.”“That’s good. Are you going to be OK?”“I have some friends. . Slippery and warm – heaven for a slut... We cut to a wider angle, watching as she tosses her head back, looking up at her boyfriend, making a ‘yes’ face and nodding, letting him know she’s having fun as the beast continues licking her twat... Then remembering the camera, turning her head a little toward us, and lifting one arm to sweep that long hair around, over to the other side, to give us a clear view of her joyous expression ... Which transitions from fun to FUUUUNNNN! right infront of. You can scrub my back!” Kerry’s three hour investment in getting ready for the evening was time well spent. Standing in the reception of Zampatti’s, I took the time to admire her efforts. She wore a simple white sleeveless summer dress with a low but modest neck line. Her blonde hair was tied back into a pony tail. She accessorized with matching gold and onyx hair clasp, ear rings, necklace and a loose fitting belt. On her feet she wore elegant gold sandals. She wore just enough makeup to. I pull it into my mouth as deep as I can get it, choking myself on it over and over until suddenly he jolts awake and sees what I'm doing. I'm so fucking wet I can hardly take it but he puts his hands both on the back of my head and wraps his fingers up in my hair, gripping it and slams my head down on his cock, over and over, fucking my face, sometimes slamming it deep and making me gag and other times a little more shallow, giving me time to recover a moment before slamming it deep again..