Think about how it could have been you here fathering my c***d!”“Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow, maybe I’ll go home with Tom. I’ll get back t... you…”Your blood begins to boil as you thrown your phone down and storm out of the house.“That fucking whore, I’ll show her!”You grab your keys and head for the local meat market. Some drunk slag will gladly fuck you…10 minutes after you leave your phone rings, without you there to answer it goes it voicemail.“Oh baby I am so sorry! I was showing Tom. ”There is still some debate on how I got picked to be the MC at the wet t-shirt contests but I still think it was Mary that roped me into it and Darcy wouldn’t let me wear a shirt. I’d walk out and a pool, bar, or beach full of kids would start screaming. Some DJ would start playing some loud music with a lot of bass and sexy girls started to get wet.The city of Daytona liked the shirts because they kept them on and you could see them as if they were topless. In the past, there were girls that. Their legs transitioned seamlessly into the floor, the same growth rings visible in their varnished surfaces. It must all have been treated with some kind of stain to prevent it from rotting, especially in this excessively humid environment. Everything was one seamless piece of wood, a single engineering project of massive scale. They must have known exactly what they were going to make from the tree before they had started cutting away the excess wood, carving it from the inside out, every. Cool breaths I felt blown high up my vagina. Kissing.. gently.licking .’yes harder..’ I moaned. As she went deeper on my vagina. Deepthroated me deeply rough twice. Caressing between my legs massaging..me slow.rubbing. Deeply rough.suckling me deeply.softly.what was this ghostly presence..? As I moaned gently..’ yes..’ deeper and deeper rougher she rubbed....licking between my vagina. Slowly deeply..deepthroated me hard.laying heated hands on my breast caressing slow. Biting the tip of my.