She also had half a box of soft chocolate mini-cakes topped with chocolate icing. They were like cupcakes with sprinkles on top and they were so deli...cious that she got moist in her pussy just thinking about them. Each night, she set her clock for midnight and three o’clock…each time, waking up and eating till she couldn’t hold any more food. Midnight was usually a feast, but three was more times than not…just a snack. Her midnight eating usually had not worn off by that point, but she knew. “Whew, ” Muffy thought, “I got away with that one!”Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”“Why?” Muffy asked.“Well, ” Bob replied, “Last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said ‘oh shit, ’ and cuckooed 4 more times. Then it cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”A Roman walks into a bar, holds up two fingers, and says, “Five beers, please.”(Think about it ^_^)There Are Teachers, and Then There Are. Still, aside from the one trip to town, Hugo hasn’t been exposed to anybody but me, and I’m rarely sick. Better safe than sorry; get him to a doctor and get him innoculated against everything. I don’t even want to think about him coming down with something horrible, I want a lifetime with him.There, I’ve said it—a lifetime. I’m completely sure. I know it’s the kind of thing a lot of people say, but I can’t imagine loving anyone else. Hugo’s who I want, and all I want. So let’s get that ID and. She took her shirt off. She made her way back up to my mouth letting her nipples drag up my exposed chest. When she kissed me again, I could taste my own salty, musty precum on her lips. She stood up and took off her pajama bottoms, leaving on her lacey white, v-cut panties.She straddled me again and hovered her sopping pussy over my cock, letting her lips just barely touch it.“Are you ready, Sam? You’re about to get your cherry popped,” she laughed.“Oh my God, Aubrey. Yes!” I yelled.And with.