Releasing your balls, I slowly draw my tongue up the shaft of your cock, gently licking the rim of your head. Um, I can’t help my hunger. With a t...ight grip of my hand, I pull up your shaft producing the most wonderful beads of wetness on your head. Moving my tongue over the tip of your head, I lap up all of your juice, slipping it into the eyehole getting every last drop. This initial taste of you sets a fire in my pussy. I need more! Looking up into your eyes, as my mouth parts, and I. A head, shoulders, arms grabbing a floating hunk of wood. It had hair on its head, long, wet. As he watched, one of its hands left the log, pushing strands of hair away from its two eyes. Eyes, that suddenly jerked towards him, widening."Who's there?!"He stopped, floating silently before it, legs softly moving beneath him. He could float for hours, forever. It could not. He could see that. Even now, its breathing was labored."Who are you?!"Meaningless. It's sounds were meaningless. They always. At least someone had come in during the weekend to clean up, and the healthy dose of air freshener suggested that that person had probably been in as early as a few hours prior. There were no traces left behind; it was as if nothing had ever happened. It was from that conclusion that I began to question my own sanity and how far I was actually willing to go to get my revenge. I had even thought at one point that she was genuinely unwell. When the entire week passed and no updates on her. "It's okay, Sean. I'm staying home with Mom, today," she replied.My warning about how Linda Thomas would feel over the next two days was fairly accurate. She lost weight rapidly and it said a lot about her character that she was still able to find humor at a time like this."You know, Sean. If your cure for cancer doesn't work, at least you've got a pretty effective slimming product here. That's got to be worth quite a bit."Dillon drove his wife to her appointment on Friday and I rushed over to.