I'd like Christina Aguilera's pussy too, but fuck she's such a cunt. You know how she put me down on that stupid MTV special she had." Yeah I know. We...l whatever they do I could care less."Eminem stopped and looked at Carson straight in his eyes. "You could care less? Yeah right you know you're aching for that slut to suck you off."Carson turned beet red. "What? Me? N-no way! I respect Christina. I mean come on I love your music but Christina is beautiful and she has never dissed me." She's. ‘I’m sorry,’ I grinned, ‘I just had to try.’ ‘You can keep doing it,’ she answered softly, caressing my head. “I have to have you,” I whispered in her ear. Was it a request or a command? It was a little of both. I dried off and and saw her leaning against the bed looking at me quizzically. I smiled and kissed her, gently pushing her down. She slid into a missionary position and I grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs apart. She grinned naughtily, enjoying it. I pressed the helmet of my penis. I got a call from Jim the week after, he asked if I had any time to help him put up a few sheets of drywall the next afternoon. He explained he asked my cousin but he was working the next day. I went over that next afternoon, when I got there, the drywall was in the back of his truck. It was only a half dozen sheets or so, and we weren’t hanging it, just moving it off the truck into the garage which took about 10 minutes. Jim asked if I wanted a beer, which is always a yes and we sat in. She did not look pleased about the thought of leaving. He smiled at her and then looked down at her other hand, noting the sling was gone and only the bandage remained. ‘Your wrist is better?’ he asked with a small smile on his lips. Tera glared at him ‘Yes Mr. Dane, my fucking wrist is fine,’ she responded, her voice held anger and gratitude in equal measure. Her now mended hand slid over the sheet covering his chest, smoothing the wrinkles with a delicate but firm pressure, feeling the.