Her pussy slot had flooded with cream and a drop of the stuff had dripped onto her tongue and lips. She savored it on her tastebuds, then swallowed it...down. Cunt juice was delicious! Oh, how she wished that she could get her head between her legs and clamp her mouth onto her pussy slot and suck herself until she creamed. But she wasn't able to do it and, naturally, she had begun to wonder which of her girlfriends might be interested in getting--and giving--some head.She thought about that now,. " -- I turned around so I was now standing on the saddle and facing backward, looking at the girls who were looking at the lunatic. I said, "My horse would like to know if she's allowed to go faster? She's a very polite horse. I like her." Haha. Horses CAN'T TALK! You're CRAZY, Mark." Jennifer asked Donna, "Is he always liked this?" Never this silly. Stop standing on the horse like that, Mark. If you make me laugh any more, I'll fall off." You should learn to ride properly, like me." Haha,. One veggie and one with all the meats. Then I drove to Mica’s nice little brick house in another of the older sections of Triboro that had once been something else entirely.Mica met me at the door with a kiss and a hug. It had been a while, well almost a month, since we had seen each other. For the very first time Effie came up and hugged me as a greeting. She looked me in the eye and it was almost a challenge. I figured she was daring me to tell her mother about catching her in bed with. The look of tenderness on the face of a tiny female, with raven hair, as she patted a wilted petal, giving it encouragement to grow. At the sound of her secretary knocking at her door, she turned and readied herself for the first batch of files. He watched through her window as she began to politely explain to people that the Company had to cut back if it wanted to make a profit this year. She spoke with authority yet, he could tell, there was an under current of compassion in her voice. About.