We watched TV sitting right next to each other for the rest of the night. We were pretty bored, but my mind kept busy thinking of what I wanted to do ...o him. It was about 11 o'clock and my mom came into the living room and told me she was ready to go home. I did not want to leave yet! I made a sad expression on my face, and got up slowly in an exhausted fashion and said,"Ugh, I can barely move. I am SO tired. Can I at least just finish watching this show?"My mom looked at her boyfriend and he. It was a delightful arrangement, and went on like that for several months. Then I started to notice she had less energy then she used to. She slept more, she was more tired after doing her daily farm chores, and she just plain looked worn out. As she got worse, I began to worry that I was causing it somehow. I had no idea what long term effects fucking me might have on a girl. Perhaps I was slowly draining the life from her. So I left. I went back, a few years later, to check on her. I didn't. First of all, he thought smoking was sexy. I had always hated smoking, never tried it, but I started using nicotine patches and gum to help me develop a habit. I started smoking cigarettes called Satin, mainly because they had a pretty white pack and Isiah liked me in white. Plus they tasted good and soon I was smoking two and a half to three packs a day.Isiah also liked piercings and tattoos. I had my nose pierced three times; my tongue, my lip, my nipples, my balls and I had a wand piercing. I growled low in my throat. She licked me clean then rubbed a bit more on it. She pursed her lips and sucked it into her mouth. My hips reflexively pushed against her breasts. I needed release inside this woman. She moved to the right nipple and teased the chocolate around the nipple. Ali licked it off, completely avoiding the nipple altogether. I laid my head back and watched as she rubbed chocolate on her lips and sucked my nipple into my mouth. It was more than I could stand. I growled and.