Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning,...the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All this time, when I'm talking to people, when I'm at one of those endless boring meetings that seem to be all. Her ass was soft and slapable. It loved having a dick up her ass. Her ass felt so soft and tight around it's dick. Her thigh were suculant and smooth. It couldn't help it when it jizzed down her throat and in her ass.Veronica cried an orgasm feeling the hot warm jizz in her ass and the slimy saliva from it's tongue get warmer. She gushed on it's tongue. It drank every last drop of her vagina, it tasted so sweet he never wanted to taste anything but. It was satisfied with the encounter and was. Even in my sleep, her miracle scent haunts me. It seems to have infected my dream just to make my head swirl again. My dream jumps from one image of her naked body to another. One minute, I can see her rocking to the humming of a vibrator. The next, I see her pump-fucking herself silly with one of her big dildos while screaming my name. At one point, she’s even in my room with my dick in her mouth. She’s licking and sucking the cum out and off of me like a vacuum. This part of the dream, I can. (I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing suits and ties and me wearing shorts and a t-shirt, they couldn't stop giggling and I had a feeling it was at my expense. It felt a little bit rude but, I trust these guys and I was thinking they had something pretty amazing in mind and while we have had some pretty.