She is here with me and the rest of the world quietly recedes.Slowly turning, I press her arm against my chest so as not to break the hold she has on ...e. Seeing those blue eyes that have followed my dreams melt away the distance and I bury my face in her neck.Pulling apart briefly we come together in a kiss. Timidly at first as if our lips must become reacquainted. But the longing quickly breaks through as my tongue tastes her once again.Going underneath a silk blouse my hands wrap around her. I did balk at getting polish but I wascoerced into at least getting clear.Once Cindi got finished with my nails, I do admit that they looked muchcleaner and nicer; other than the shine from the clear you reallycouldn't tell they were "done" unless you knew what to look for. Bev wasin the process of making my hair look like a short-wave antenna with allthe foil she had wrapped in it, when Cindi noticed that I wasn't wearingearrings. I had gotten carried away, and after wearing clips on earringsa. Amanda goggled and told Sam what a fucking whore she is, asking her how does it feel being finger fucked with so many fingers.. Of course, Sam could not answer, but Amanda looked at me and told me she was about get her whole hand in Sams wet hole. I fucked Sams mouth deep, gagging her so good. I knew she couldn't breath, but she liked it. I could feel her shaking and see her pushing back and forth as Amanda fist fucked her pussy. As Sam started to cum, Amanda took it a little further, slipping. Bet your mouth would feel good as pussy right about now. Maybe better. Hell yeah, maybe better.” Like falling bricks, it struck Brynn. Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better “girlfriend”. Maybe Sig would want to fuck him more than he wanted to fuck her. Damn! Spikes of lust pinged him. Better pussy . . . than his own mother! He wasn't out to steal his mother's boyfriend; just prove that his throat was a better pussy—-and always available. He turned and.