Damn you suck better than your mom''god that made me happyi dont know why but it made me hardknowing i sucked better than mom he fished as i sucked, i... was really nicehe pet on my head and call me a good cock sucker''want me to come in your bed at night and make you taste your mum pussy juice on my cock''''i love to fuck her , your mom got used to my bbc while she was still with ur looser dad''''no wonder wh is k** love cock too''''i teach her to suck in my car at night and she swear she would. His visible excitement disappeared from his face as well as from other areas. Heather put her mug on the counter and hugged herself with her arms, small armor indeed which would hardly protect her. Her arms crushed her breasts together, lifting them and thrusting them out as a result. It would have made Gregg even more excited if he wasn't so worried.'She's probably upset about last night. We all drank too much. She regrets it. I hurt her. How could I have been so stupid?!'Heather pulled him in. In preparation, I shaved off all my pubic hair and took out my flimsy night gown which was almost a see-through nightie. I purposely did not wear any panty and bra. I was walking up and around the living room, waiting for 7 p.m. Evening came and the door-bell rang at 7 p.m. My heart fluttered as I opened the door to welcome Shukla, whose smile indicated that he was anticipating the same . He eyed me from top to bottom and smiled on seeing me in such a seductive dress. His eyes nearly popped out. He turned the volume up on his iPod and left his phone on the kitchen counter. After stretching outside his front door, he headed towards Regent’s Park. Gemma, on the other hand was just waking up. She reached for her phone and, after a brief internal debate, texted Ryan. ‘What’s cooking, good looking?’ She cringed. ‘Really?’ She thought to herself. Sitting up in bed she tried to comprehend what had happened last night. She reasoned that it was, in essence, the equivalent of having a sex dream.