At times she found herself getting annoyed or angry with them for "making" her sit there bobbing up and down on their "thing". All she was doing then ...was hoping it would just get over with.But no, no, not with him. She honestly found herself in desperate need to fuck him in her mouth. Like now, when she couldn't shake the need and found her mouth and pussy getting wetter with every thought of it. What else could she do, but satisfy her craving even if he wasn't there to be apart of it. She. I like you. You're a good guy and deserve a little good luck at getting lucky." She snorted a laugh. "Sorry. Sometimes I crack me up." I rolled my eyes and continued working. "Anyways, you can have any twelve women you want on a whim. The rest of the women in the world have you on their radars now, too. You have to work them for it, but it'll be easier. Especially once word gets out about the rest of the gift." What do I owe you for this, supposing you are a goddess, I'm not asleep, and I'm. Besides that, I have no clue how it could happen.All I do know is that I was here, 2007, sitting in my living room sucking down a cold beer after work one night. I got dizzy, sick to my stomach like I was going to hurl and then I got really cold. I felt as if I'd never get warm, as if some kind of vacuum had come along and sucked every ounce of warmth out of me.Then I was falling. I had an image of a cartoon movie that my nieces liked to watch when they were at my mom's house. Like I was Alice. His name isn’t important. he wasn’t either, come to think of it. we had a class together and we were both married, maybe missing out on something, or so we thought. we did a lot of lying [verbally and sexually] together, something which binds the less pure of heart. he was a sweet Jehova’s Witness boy and i was the godmother of serpents. it worked well for a while- until it didn’t. he had this wife. so pure and giving. i had never met anyone selfless until i met her. i remember when he and i.