Toasted poptarts, can of Pepsi. Poptarts, those are okay, make your mouth dry as shit but whatever. Pepsi? What a drink. It's honestly illegal how goo... it is, the tolerable carbonation, sweeter flavor, the refreshing cold liquid down your throat. Coke fans are out of their fuckin' minds this shit's legit. And for you, an avid Pepsi fangirl, too many jerk off sessions, accompanied with a can of Pepsi has caused some classical conditioning, so now when you have a can, you wanna fuck. You can. Angela stood up from the bed and walked over to the mirror to admire herself. My hand was going faster and faster as I watched my older sister in her underwear. "Is that you Mark, behind the wardrobe? I can see your leg in the mirror" she asked. She walked over to the wardrobe and caught me with my cock in my hand. "What are you doing there? "She asked "Oh…I see now" she said with a smile. "I take it you like the underwear then?Was there a need to answer? My cock was hard. I had my hand tightly. I didn't like that because his cum would go straight down my throat and I wouldn't get to taste it. They had Herman start fucking me when I was six which was normal I found when I talked with other girls at parties. Dad was bigger than most men and he didn't penetrate me with his cock in either hole until I was eight. From then on, he and Herman fucked me regularly. When I was twelve, I was allowed to participate in parties.The parties were fun. We would get together at a farm and all the. ’ Ann said: ‘Yes I am but that is bringing us together for a spiritual mission. We are both sure of that although we do not as yet have any idea what it is. We also do not understand what 3i is all about. ‘I want to address the issue of profane sex and sacred sex. Your ex-boyfriend was after profane sex, very profane sex. By going there he was missing out on something truly wonderful.’ She told the old Chinese story of the sacred bird who would migrate between the northern jade green mountain.