”“Oh, sorry.”She touched my face awkwardly in order, apparently, to ascertain who I was. She may have been half- blind at her age for all I knew...at that juncture. Her kindness promptly became evident when she wiped the sweat off my brow and gave me a drink of water. She explained that she had detected thirst when she had felt my face.She said, “My name is Valentia. Some people refer to me as the old woman in a shoe. Listen, I have sixty-nine children. I need one more to make seventy. Will you. It was obvious that he was very turned on and was loosing control of himself. As he lay on top of me, he clumsily thrust again and again. I could feel the heat of his cock against my cock and stomach as he slid it up and down. He leaned back a bit and grabbed his cock with his hand quickly brought it up to my anus. I pushed my hand forward and stopped him from tearing me open with that huge stick. “Hey, slow down a bit. I’m going to need some lubrication before we go on.” I reached into my. Soft features and a strong urge to take care of those I care about. And excessively paranoid. She is Victoria, my girlfriend for 1+ year. She is about 5’7, 18 years old, long straight brown hair, and 28-B. And the holder of my heart.It’s a normal Friday night I just got off work, heading home to take along hot shower, but not before picking up Victoria.“Hell its cold out” Says Victoria as she climbs in my car“Hey babe, how was your day?” “Not too bad. Better now” she says; as the happiness. They turned to see a woman come through an open doorway. She was dressed in a robe."We thought you were open," said Cindy."Don't lock doors in this town," said the woman, yawning. "Who are you?" We're staying at the motel," said Denise.The woman perked up, and frowned. "Oh you're with those men," she said. She examined them, in an obvious manner. "Shouldn't you be home with mommy, instead of carousing with older men?" Her voice raised the hackles on the backs of both girls' necks. They.