"The last time they saw Andy they wanted him strung up." Oh, I'll fix it," Karen said. "Come on." What about Julie?" he asked."Julie is going to have ...he most miserable Christmas Eve and Christmas of her life," Karen said. "But there's nothing we can do about it now. We have the kids to think about. Tomorrow is soon enough."It was a bittersweet Christmas. Karen had no trouble convincing Mom and Dad that Andy was a changed man, and that since she had forgiven him so should they. And for the. I don't quite know how he maneuvered it, but the bar tender was still in my ass and the other guy was pumping load after load into my mouth, after a shot or two in my pussy.I then felt the bartender cum in my ass, dumping a small load since it had only been a few hours since his last load was pumped into me. They both removed their semi-hardened cocks from my wet dripping holes and the big guy went down on me and began a fantastic feast on my snatch. All this action between my legs brought me. Kara sat across from me watching me intently.“I can’t read with you watching me like that,” I complained.“Sorry,” she said, turning to look out the window instead.*The story started with a guy who had to give a big speech but had anxiety about speaking in public. When he got nervous, he stuttered, and he was afraid he was going to blow the speech. He looked up a speech therapist to help him with his problem. The therapist had unconventional methods. She made the guy recite William Blake over. It had looked slimy from a distance, but it was actually dry, and he could feel the muscles shifting beneath him as he looked up at her.Her torso was as tall as he was. If he were to stand up, his head would scarcely have reached her chest. She supported him with her lower arms, his legs splayed across the rounded surface of her egg sack, and she looked down at him expectantly.“Oh, right...”He unzipped his pants, unable to remove them in this position, exposing his member. It seemed tiny in.