Rachel's mind was closely matching the state of her body. It was buzzing, and focussed on nothing but pleasure, sensation and sex. The thoughts poundi...g through her consciousness were like a mantra, "I am a slut, I like boys and girls, I am a slut..." She remembered every touch since the firm way Megan's fingers had moved over her when she first tugged these clothes over her body to the amazing taste of Sarah's nectar on her tongue to the sensation of her skirt being taken from her and the cool. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either. I started by licking the folds of her slit before probing into her vagina, roaming and exploring the inside of my mom's fuck hole.I entered heaven when I felt the walls of Chloe's pussy around my cock as she once again lowered herself onto it; the feeling was as good as I remembered from last night. She started moving up and down on my cock, bun unlike yesterday she just got straight to it, thrashing fiercely on my prick while I continued to work on my mother's pussy.It wasn't long after Chloe. The arrest of El Flaco wasn’t the purpose of your Path in Life, that wasn’t your contribution…or I should say, that wasn’t your most important contribution. The most important part of your Path in Life has not yet transpired.” The Priestess waited for Cecilia to translate, and continued. “You understand that the Grand Duchess has a broken soul?” “I…I guess so, Priestess…” “That is not a guess, Maria Elena, that is a fact. The Destroyer has taken control of Anyia’s soul and she is broken. What.