It’s nice talking to someone who understands on some level what it means to be God’s chosen child, even if you’re naïve as hell.” “You’re...a jaded prick with mommy issues,” I laughed at him, “now pick a hole, and let me drive.” “You know something, Rachel?” Jesus grunted as he let go of the steering wheel and slid his cock against my frothing slit, “You’re much more like Lucy than you are God.” “Is that so?” I half-moaned as I felt my pussy being filled out beautifully. I clutched the steering. A little about mom. My mom was what you called "very well endowed." She had big boobs before k**s, but having three so close together certainly turned them into huge monster fun bags. You would need two hands just to handle one of them. Not sure where she bought her bras to contain them. That, of course, is not something we would ever talk about. They also got a lot of attention from my friends who liked to talk about my mom and her huge boobs a lot. I would kind of laugh the comments off and. It took almost 90 minutes to end that session as this much time was allotted to them and when all they came out were looking satisfied and meantime me and pooja arranged lunch which was very light so nobody can feel sleepy.Then my husband said without whiskey enjoy is bit less and remaining said no whisky so should they take beer and my husband and bitto went to market and brought the 20 cans of beer and after that we all had beer and in the meantime it is decided that now every man will have. "Patience, Sam," I told myself as the hot water poured over me. "You also lack patience."After a hurried primp at the vanity to brush my blonde mop into shape, I was faced with another hard choice. I had no idea what to wear to supper. With all those marvelous clothes in my closet, I could not stand to put on another pair of shorts and t-shirt. Still, most of my new clothes seemed far too fancy to wear to eat fried chicken in.I chuckled at the image of me, sitting at the table in a formal.