Me: Shit these guys are paranoid.Bart: Maybe but there are some folk who would say you are. Also a little delusional for talking to a dead guy.Me: It ...in't my fault. He is the one who starts it.Bart looked at me as he always did. He just wasn't sure that I wasn't truly delusional. I left the factory for my condo. I spent the afternoon making calls and having the place put back in shape. Since the bank was also a bill payer account for the utilities the condo had been livable from the moment I. Her soft tender touch was intoxicating as my eyes grew heavy. She placed her hand, lightly squeezing my ball sack as she licked and sucked them tenderly. She was moving ever so slow, wanting me to enjoy the pleasure she was giving me. When she was done she brought the tip of my cock to her lips and kissed it. Keira had fallen into a deep sleep on her side facing me, her arm on my chest. Carefully lifting it up I slid down the bed, placing her arm back across my chest, as Amber settled next to. Once I had her here she begged for me to prolong her life in exchange for her sister's. "That can't be." Began Kelly."No mom, she admitted it to me herself. This is all her fault." Krista interrupted.Ashamed, Kelly moved away from her eldest daughter. Disgusted with what she had learned."Don't worry Kelly, Sierra as you knew her is now repenting for her sins. Her new name is Toilet and she will be suffering tremendously for what she has done. The man chuckled.Kelly couldn't understand why, but. I put some tokens in and picked a video of a blonde blowing a guy who was hung like a horse. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal and average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this wasn’t his first time. He looked me in the eye and began undoing my zipper. I was already hard from the sheer anticipation of what I was allowing to happen. He reached through my.