David pushed me back on the couch and put his hand under my skirt and found my wet slit. His hand slid in between my lips like they always had, and fi...ger pushing into the wetness. I gasped at that. He was so good and I missed it so much. I could not reach it but could hear his zipper going down and feel his movement toward me. And then his dick was in my hand. Large and thick and pulsing. I can’t believe it, I am on his couch in his office about to get boinked by my ex! He leaned over me and. They had dined well that evening, to be sure.At first, the meal was silent, as the Andrews dug with gusto into their soup. But while Malcolm was refilling Laurie’s bowl, she asked him, “Did you build this place yourself?”He handed back her bowl. “If you mean, did I personally build it, then no, I didn’t. The last hammer I held was a bone hammer, some twenty-odd years ago. If you mean, did I order it built, then again, I must say no. I bought it and had it added on to.”Cory piped up, “What’s a. The guy in my pussy starts fucking me even faster and I feel his cock pulsate inside me, erupting all his hot cum deep inside my slutty pussy.. As his cock slides out I feel his cum drip down my used cunt lips..The guy fucking my mouth erupts as well and pumps his hot load deep in my throat, so deep I can only swallow it directly..making me choke as tears run down my face..he pulls out and smacks my face "You fucking loved that slut"..And he wasn't lying, I loved being treated this way, being. His mother was gone, and she'd sent this ghostly pale mannequin instead.It coughed in its fist."You look gorgeous," the mother-doll said in a hoarse voice. "I saw youin Vogue, and in that beautiful Chanel commercial. I hardly recognizedyou - my son, so gorgeous. I'm so proud of you, darling. Please, whydon't you hold me?"She came a few steps closer on her patent leather Louboutins. Weren'tthey the ones she'd worn when she took him to Norton's? The ones thatswung through the light like a.