Mein Blick ist dabei auf meinem Hostdad und ich beiße mir auf die untere Lippe. Leise stöhne ich vor mir her und flüstere ihm zu, dass ich sein Tei...l sehen will. Er lächelt mich an und lässt seine Hose herunter und mir springt sein steinharter Pimmel direkt ins Gesicht. Ich schnappe ihn aus der Luft und drücke ihm einen feuchten Kuss auf die Eichel. Der salzige Geschmack von seinem Sperma treibt mich in den Wahnsinn und ich nehme ihn tiefer in den Mund und lutsche an ihm wie an einem Lolli.Kurz. I have a nice ass, though. Been told so. I'm not fat, not a pole either. Men and boys love to grab me. Especially my boobs. Probably my greatest asset. 38D. Very, very nice. I love it when my man plays rough with them. My man... we'll get to that in a bit, 'kay? My name is Joy Lock. I am currently walking home from a bad day at school. The bus driver had pulled over and kicked me off after I punched Ash-face straight in her snotty little face. That idiot started it, honestly. She was shouting. “You’ve seen a bit of the elephant, it sounds like.” He had some respect in his eyes.“I’ll put it this way, Gunny. In my wallet, I have a card with the personal number for Governor John Carlin. I also have General John Davis’s number. But more importantly than either of those numbers, I can call Judge Elroy Bannister at any time. How’d he say he felt about me, Tuesday night, Beth?”“He considered you to be the grandson he’d never had,” she said.Both Marines blinked. Lieutenant Walker said, “I’m. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world.I KNEW JEN VERY WELL. After all, I was her friendly lover for over five years, with two or three times a week fuck session. She was, in the real world of usual turmoil, one of the flower children, a believer in free love, and totally irresponsible. She lived for today and screw tomorrow. Planning ahead wasn't in her general makeup. This attitude of hers served her well in most circumstances, as long as nothing.