I went into the kitchen still nude and winced as I sat down. My mom looked over at me and said, "Did you get enough cock in your ass last night, Ellie...?" Yes, Mom, I replied. "I hurt everywhere." That's understandable. You took a lot of cock last night every way they could do you. Would you like something to eat?" Yes, please. I'm hungry and thirsty, too..." I'll fix you some lunch. There's juiced wine over there if you want it or you can get some water. You have to learn to pace yourself at. ” He told them wishing for some miracle. Austin went into shock, he collapsed into his brother’s arms. Shelly’s mother fell to her knee’s crying out a heart-wrenching scream, while her father stumbled backwards to a chair. Meg tried to console Shelly’s mother through her heartbreak of losing her best friend. Austin walked into the hospital room where his bride lay fading away, he would not accept that there was not any cure for her rare blood disease. They did not even have a name for it, only. Sometimes I end up just sitting in front of my computer or sucking on a pen with a notebook in hand spacing out. It sucks, but it beats not being in front of the computer or notebook and having my mom yell at me for not working or being more productive. Some writers even claim that inactive periods are all part of the creative process. Other writers look to mind-altering drugs or alcohol before writing. I have access to neither seeing as how I don’t know anyone who holds or deals, and I’m not. .mmmmmmm we are looking into each others eyes and the lust is just almost too much to bear...I can fel and sense her impending climax because she's now moaning out loud and just throwing her head about with her long black hair flowing all over my face now too...!!! it's like we are unable to control what is about to happen and neither of us want's to anyway..my cock is now at it's full length and width with blood pumping into it like a flood tide... and then it's all out of control between.