.. " I said as he continued on.. "ohh… you mad you like this ass better than her pussy? you like fucking my asshole more than her pussy don't you?" ...e went on. I grabbed his neck and squeezed as I starting pounding him. The sound of my cock and balls slamming into him as his ass clapped. "oh... fuck me.. fuck yeah... fuck me hard like that.. ooohhh fuck my gay ass!!!!" pounding him as hard as I could I let go of his neck and slapped his face hard as he moaned, stopping out of breath as he. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing except, "Uhhh...," came out. She stood there silent, too, but with a faint smile across those lovely lips. Before I spoke and made a bigger fool of myself, Bill stuck his head in, "Ms. Laura, I'm the last to leave for today. Happy Birthday!" Turning to me, he said, "Chandler, make this a day she'll never forget." Still unable to speak, I nodded my head in the affirmative. I'm sure his definition of 'a day she'll never forget' and mine were probably much. I got worse every week. It’s a long boring story, so I will skip directly to my point: Complete isolation is bad for you, even if you suffer from various phobias. Noisy kids are better company than no company. Even though they make my ears hurt, they can actually be very sweet and funny. When they want to. Small glimpses. ‘Do they sometimes spend the night, these children?’ That was just about the wording of the police-dude’s question. ‘Yes,’ was my reply. ‘The little ones who live close-by. His kisses on my lips were keeping me hot and in the groove, as I was gripping my man for the moment very tightly. His movements stopped for a bit as he closed my eyes with his hand and this seemed like the perfect game to tease me at that time. I started to shake my hips and the legs with his cock still deep inside me. I was going to say something when a tongue entered my mouth and started washing it out. I began to do the same as I didn’t want him to feel in sense that I am less wilder than.