Also by textingMy Dear Lilly: Like Wow! Really? Cool!Whatever... , I suggest you two get married on Twitter, have fun on Tango, buy your kids on Amazo..., and pay for it all through Paypal. And when you get fed up with this new husband, sell him on Ebay.One day I had lunch with some old friends. Jim, a short, balding golfer type, about 85-years old, came along with them; all in all, it was a pleasant bunch.When the menus were presented, my friends and I ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups,. "But baby I want to go asleep" I wine to him.And I was beyond caring what happened to me.And so with his new load of cum pumped up my happy pussy, I drifted off to a drug induced sleep, in my contentment, in my lovers arms.They gang-bang meI had gone to sleep.I awoke again, not opening my eyes. There was noise and I was turned onto my back.My legs were pulled open and bare.Cock was pushed up my wet cunt... and I was being fucked on the bed.oh yesMy lover needed me again?good for himBreath on my. He doesn’t know how to react at first when she leans in for a hug; he hesitates before wrapping his arms around her waist. But when he does, when he slides his hands around her waist feeling her, he is lost in the moment. Her head lay on his chest as they hold each other, the smell of her hair rising up, the sweet scent of her perfume almost consuming him. Her hands slightly move on the back of his neck and he closes his eyes enjoying the embrace. She wants this moment to last forever. The. I, uh, I didn’t think you were able to remember that,” I said as I gave Lynette a hug.“What’s going on? Spill it ... NOW!” Mrs. R testily said as she stepped back from the pantry door and looked at us with irritation and confusion in her eyes.I quickly grabbed to remaining two bottles of spices I needed for the steak-rub from the pantry door, and turned back to the Robertson ladies and said, “I’m not exactly sure what is going on, right now, but...”“No buts,” Mrs. R said in a clearly peeved.