He had been that way even before he knew what sexual feelings were. For him, sex andsatin were one whole thing, each a part of his basic needs. It was... as if she had appeared nude tosomeone without the fetish. And she was his mother."Do you think the satin is too much? Some people seem to think it's a bit tacky outside a wedding or aformal ball, but I like it. Especially for a jazz club. It's just got a certain 'eff you' air about it, don't youthink?"He couldn't think. His mother was in her late. With zombies it was necessary to decapitate them, or cause some other severe trauma to the head. It was the best way to make sure they stayed down.A thought entered his mind, he thought it would be funny if some crows pecked out the eyes of the shambling zombies he passed. He didn't notice how long he let his mind wander on the idea until he actually heard the cawing cry of a crow. Addni shook himself out of his reverie and focused on the present. The pill he took earlier had already worn off.. Michael looked down and grinned, “Good speech by the way”, he said, “I feel so motivated, although this might have something to with it. I bet we could make a lot of money if you did this instead of bitch at everyone”. Amanda said something but it was impossible to make it out with a cock in her mouth, “you’re such a slut, you can’t even stop sucking my cock long enough to say something to me. What kind of president are you? Can you image what people would say if they knew what we did?” Amanda. You developed this habit as a teen, with a sopping wet cunt, one capable of drooling all day long, it was the only way to avoid embarrassing incidents of wetness throughout the day.Your train of thought was interrupted, "ohh!" You yelped quietly. Your hand had finally reached your puffy slit, two fingers spreading the lips as a third circled your pleasure button.You always thought you had a pretty pussy, you are a tiny girl standing just short of 5 feet, and your cunt is inexplicably tight..