It was kind of annoying sometimes, but in a good way. You can’t hate someone who gets accolades when you know the work they put in to get it.So what...she was expecting to hear when Lacey got back from her job interview was this:“Nailed it! They offered me a position on the spot, I’m going to be rollin in duckets, totes blinged out bitch!” Actually no, she might have said that if she was Lacey.Perhaps what she was really expecting was this:“How did it go? Well, you can’t always know. I feel like. "Will I see you tomorrow?" Marie asked.Timothy couldn't say, "Yes," for definite.Marie got out of the car, and Timothy wound the window down, "Text me. Let me know how it feels." How what feels."Timothy picked Marie's panties out of the center console and put them up to his nose."I was wrong," Marie said, "You're not a prick. You're a cunt."It was the first time the 'C' word had passed Marie's lips. It seemed like just another word, and Marie wondered why she objected to it before.Marie smiled. "She took his balls in her other hand and started to gently caress them while continuing the squeezing. Ned felt like too much more of this would have him coming, but he'd learned from experience that his mother was able to judge almost perfectly how much more play would bring a guy's dick shuddering off into an orgasm. She was able to toy with a dong for as long as she liked, keeping him just under the boiling point. The kind of toying she did he wanted to go on forever, even as he yearned to. "But I want it deeper inside me." Hannah looked up at me, her eyes full of lust. "Then come here." I said, and reached down to pull her face up to mine. As soon as our lips met, our mouths practically fused together. I loved the feeling of my tongue in her mouth, hers in mine, and when they met in between. I could feel her pussy against the shaft of my cock, and she grinded against it as we kissed with intense passion. I felt it move a bit, and though I couldn't quite tell what was going on.