Sara rushes forward to catch Jewels, as Little Bobby and Morgan come to my aid. The girls keep us from hitting the floor hard. They hold us as we catc...h our breath. Little Bobby looks at the pool of cum flowing out of her mother. “I wish he made to me before he did that.”Morgan and Sara say simultaneously. “Horny slut.” All three giggle merrily. When Sara helps Jewels to her feet and they get a good look at what's on the floor. All three go wide eyed at the amount that covers the tile. Jewels. ” “What’s he doing here?” I asked more calmly, trying to look more curious than desperate. Her mouth made a little ‘o’ of surprise. “He’s here?!” She started to stumble away as if searching for him, but I caught her arm and repeated my question. “He lives a couple hours away from here, and I didn’t think he’d accept the invitation. We must catch up…” she babbled. My heart was pounding. I walked quickly out of the room, snaking through people and more rooms, looking for his face again. It. Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger than a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd cock and balls,And these attributesOf hermaphroditic divinityAre ebullient enoughIn their flounce and bounceTo buoy up my shemale. Chapter 8Katie’s pussy was still throbbing as she showered off the sweat and frustration from her marathon of masturbation. Her fingers were simply not enough to satisfy her, she needed to be penetrated. She needed the man she married. Poor Jackson had tried, and she felt awful for her beloved. She would gladly fuck him all night and let him cum 1,000 times if he could just stay hard, but he was just not giving her what she needed. The only thing worse than not being able to get what you.