There was a red felt pool table in the center of the room, surrounded by burly truckers clad in denim and flannel, many as wide as they were tall. The...y nursed frothing pints of beer, the butts of their cigarettes glowing orange as they lined up shots with their cues, some of them turning to get a look at the newcomers. The space was populated by maybe a dozen tables, most of which were occupied, their patrons looking up from card games and their conversations halting as they noticed the. Believe it or not, the little finger of my left hand was a bug killer. I had treated the room the first day I moved in, but I gave it another shot of the ray that came from my finger.A dim blue light was visible as I pointed to every part of the room. I even gave the bed two shots. The blue light was simply the aiming device so that I would know where the ray was pointed. This little exhibition further reinforced my reputation as a wizard. Of course, the room had not been cleaned today, so. I placed my hand on her pussy and stated to rub it over her knickers i could sense she liked it so i pulled her knickers down i got on my kness i remember being so nervous as i kissed her smooth pussy then running my tongue over it she lay back on the bed and spread her legs i parted her lips with my hand and run my tongue over her hard clit genlty i licked and sucked on her clit she held my head as i did she pushed my head down so my tounge was on her opening i started to slide my tonguee in. As brutally disparaging as it was, however, his fartherly contempt always ignited sparks in Maureen's overheated clit – while a bit dazed, panting and moaning, the bitch lay on her bruised shit-chute for a minute or so, then came to her feet and staggered into her bedroom where she donned a tank-top, plus webstockings, 7-inch-spiked platforms and nothing else but a tight, brief pair of shorts.Beyond softly laughing, the worthless girl relished how ridiculous she looked, like a drunken trollop.