” She pouted.“Yeah, you can be a bitch sometimes and you’re also kind of a slut judging by these pictures!” I said.“You’re right, if you p...romise to delete the pictures I’ll promise to be less of a slut.”“Now, hang on a second. I only pointed out that you were a slut. I didn’t say I wanted you to stop being one,” I said and smiled.“I don’t understand,” She replied.“Well, perhaps in a situation like this, being a slut might actually work to your advantage.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying that. We went into the living room to sit together and talk.Morgan said, “I don’t know what to do about my mother, Evan. She seems to have a death wish. The psychologist says there is something more going on with her but she hasn’t opened up to her either. Saturday, I want to go by my old house and finish cleaning out my things. I will not spend another night there and there are things there that I want now or will want later. I’m not comfortable going there without you whether she’s there or not.. I think it would have been a better question to ask if I gave a damn about them. The answer, my answer, would be that no, I did not give a damn.But I was working and Hank would be taking over in about half an hour and doubling up thereby with Marian, my fairly new old girlfriend. I would be her ride home at 1:00 a.m. she was the closer tonight.But now, right now, my worst enemy in the whole world was coming in the door. followed by the young woman I’d noticed at Turtle park just days ago. I’d. Carla jumped onto the bed and got on all fours, exposing her pussy and ass to me. I didn't even tease her like I usually do, I just dove right into her pussy, her large labia already puffy and glistening. I spread her pussy lips and my tongue made its way deep inside her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. I would lick up and down, sometimes concentrating on her clit, then her lips, then deep in her pussy. Carla was panting and moaning as her first orgasm hit her. Her pussy became very wet and she.