I moaned a little and pushed back into the cock behind me and closed my eyes as the beat of the music and heat from my pussy started to take control.�...�“Bloody hell - what a slut” Gabby was sitting and transfixed on the diary as she read her mother’s own words and she was confused as hell as she was shocked at how brazen her mother was and how easily she let two men molester her in public for the price of some drinks. She wanted to put the diary down but her own emotions were taken over and she. He didn’t feel anything else in the dream for a long time other than some pain as bones cracked and skin melted away. Whatever soup she was in, a lot was going on right now. Then Jacob got a direct address from her. “I hunger,” she spoke. He didn’t know how or why, but he could feel an aching in her body. “I require more material.”And then Jacob heard his name. “Jacob,” the voice said, a concerned woman’s voice. The dream tore apart, and he came out of sleep. “Wakey wakey,” the girl said, and. "Thank you, Phil," she replied. "It's nice to meet you," she said as shelooked him over. Even though she stood 6'4" in her heels, Phil easilytopped her by three inches. His body looked very slim in his western-motifshirt, denim jeans and cowboy boots. His shoulder-length hair andhorseshoe mustache gave him the handsome appearance of being one of any1970's-era rock star."Same here," he said.She stepped aside as Ron closed the door. He took her left hand and walkedtoward the front of the truck.. From time to time he twitched his ass to let her know he was still there, still inside her, deep inside her.Sitting straight up with him still impaling her, she crossed her arms and sat there as still and stoic as any wooden indian, at least on the outside. On the INside she was massaging, stroking and squeezing his hard cock with her pussy muscles. Her sweet pussy was more talented than ever as she continued to make him feel good, to heighten the feeling more and more. Then she did something.