She was worried for herself and her 3 children. There wasAmy who was 9, Mary who was 5, and Janet who was almost 3.Without money and without a job, sh...e felt that disasterwould soon be staring her in the face.She didn't know what to do and asked her friend SarahBarnstorm. Sarah gave her a necklace and told her about itsstrange properties. Ellen wasn't sure she believed Sarah,but figured she might as well try it.It was on Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving. Herhusband was staying home. I lay down on the bed and invited Ali to fuck me by spreading my legs.Ali straddled across my breast and "forced" me to suck his soft cock, it was not soft for long.Then Ali placed a pillow under my ass, he said: "Now my seed will have a better chance to stay where it belong, in that way there is a better chance for me to knock you up!"I felt his cock between my pussy lips, then a hard thrust and it went all the way up my pussy, I screamed loud and moaning; "Oooooooooh Ali ooooooooh!"Ali fucked. Five women stood in a line, each completely naked, each stunningly beautiful. Narrow waists framed between wide hips and firm, heavy breasts, they were bathing beneath the showerheads, sensually running their hands over their curves, accentuating their feminine silhouettes. They moved with incredible grace, no wasted movement, no inch of skin uncaressed. In fact, they almost seemed to be dancing, writhing through a choreographed pattern in which each girl had her part.The sight was unlike any. I didn’t want him possibly passing on my conscience.”“Am, well,” Denise said, “Does anyone… cuss at you during orgasm? I find men like to call me dirty names when they climax. I feel so… conflicted when it happens. I know I should be offended but it’s so… so hot.”The collective’s eyes bulged and they wheeled their chairs in close to Denise. Even Ms. Hoskins rolled hers towards the centre of attention.“What names do they call you, Denise?” Ms. Hoskins asked, leaning in.“Really dirty things like,.