His memory of the 48 hours lacked the haziness common to memories that gain a little age or are superseded by newer, more important memories and conce...rns.Jim sat up suddenly and asked, "Al, are you still here, there, are you gone?" I am here Jim," Al replied in his head."How come I can remember my dreams so clearly?" Jim asked."In many ways," Al answered, "your species creates their own reality so your dreams are as real as anything you touch in your everyday life. Your dreams are information. "This is way better!". She then grabbed his semi stiff cock with her left hand and started to swallow my cock with excitment! click here for totallybrunetteHer husband was soon unsatisfied being in her left hand and neeled on the couch closer to me to get closer to her mouth, with one cock in her left hand and one in her right she started taking turns with our cocks. I soon got on my knees, which made our cocks pointing at eachother, so I could get a better view. With our cocks soaked in her. No wonder I felt like hell.I forced myself to eat breakfast, even though I didn't feel like it. Before I was halfway to Bob and Marge's place, I pulled off the road, my stomach cramping painfully as it emptied itself on the ground. My head pounded again, my joints ached, and I felt feverish and weak. Bob and the kids needed me, but they didn't need me to make them sick. I turned around and headed home. By the time I locked my car, I felt like I might live.It was late enough in the morning. It was big and rough and I saw later it was a big piece of wood. "A slut like you must love things in that cunt. You will suffer before I am done with you." He took turns ramming my ass and cunt with the wood stick. He tortured me for at least an hour but he was not done yet. My ass cheeks were bruised from the beating and my ass and pussy was the sorest it has ever been.Grandpa then took me to his bed and tied my hands to the head board. He stripped from his clothes and his big hard cock.
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