As I take him down my throat, he grabs either side of my head and starts ramming my head up and down, before slamming me to the base and cuming down m... throat. As he walks out, he promises me there’s more where that came from. Later that night, after the guests leave, he has me strip and get into a sexy nightie with no back. He has me call my mother, and just after she picks up, slams himself inside of me. I have to explain to my mom that I just rammed my toe into a door jam, but I can tell she. I don’t know if it was a sound or smell, but when I stopped and actually paid attention I noticed it. Lisa sat on the couch with her back to me, but was rocking back and forth, making slight moaning noises while watching some music videos turned up far too loud. On the back of the couch was something small and white. Where those her panties? I wasn’t sure, but I think she was masturbating! I couldn’t get a good view from here, and knew she’d see me if I walked in. Then it came to me. If. I slowly got up and could feel the huge amount of cum which was filling my pussy seep out and soak into my swimsuit crotch which was a very lovely feel the cum and my wet pussy as it rubbed together. The cum which had been collected in the glass I decided to swallow some of it and some of it spilled down on to my swimsuit which I rubbed it in. I still had cum on face as well which I decided to leave there for the rest of the day. I kept the swimsuit on all day and even went to sleep in it and. By Brevdravis"...Don't treat me like your little one," "Don't treat me like..."Maggie let the last word drop, not finishing the line of the song. It wasa deliberate choice on her part, and always seemed to draw the audienceinto the final guitar solo of "Guitar Witch." It was a slightly angstypiece, and Maggie felt it might be a little too adolescent, but it fitright in with the crowds that she played to.It was a good song to finish the set with, and she looked around thesmall bar where she and.