I’m so wet and warm, your hand between my thighs, spreading my juicy lips apart, moaning as I have your hard cock tight in my grip, stroking it slow...y.Your fingers are sliding inside my wet pussy. While moaning I tell you that it feels so damn good. The deeper you go the more I want you, right now!Our little covering disappears from our bodies! Your gaze tells me that you want to taste my juicy sweet pussy, your hands under my ass, taking it firmly in both, raising and pulling my pussy towards. She dresses like a cheap whore and goes out to get drunk, fucked, and have a good time. She is usually so drunk that she just crashes on top of her bed still in her clothes. Most times her panties are hanging from some lucky guy’s rearview mirror.Evelyn ran into my bedroom and shook me as she said, “Mom’s drunk again.”I swatted at her and she went back to own room. However, I lay there for a few minutes unable to go back to sleep.I went into Mom’s bedroom and found her passed out on top of her. " She smiled at me; my heart skipped a couple of beats. She offered her hand. "Hi, I'm Lisa Jerrgans, er actually as of last month, Lisa Cadwell."(* See Hollywood Wife) "I... I'm very pleased to meet you Mrs. Cadwell," as I held her smooth cool hand. I never wanted to let go. She managed to extricate her hand. "Please call me Lisa." I was flushed with embarrassment, and my hard cock was twitching in my pants. "God, I must look like a complete fool." I thought. I tried to compose myself as I. ” “So…God. Can I call you God?” “Call me Morpheus,” God said. Mitch looked around the white void and nodded. “Okay, caught me again. I love that movie though. Call me…Maximus” “So Russell, is it fair to say that you aren’t a creative person?’ “Well, I’m not a person, but the creative part you’re right.” “Seems Ironic,” Mitch said. “It’s my curse,” God muttered. “So basic Groundhog Day scenario? I learn some lesson from it and when that happens tomorrow happens?” “No, I didn’t really like the.