... michael starts to say as sandra sits down on his face again with her cunt over his mouthmichael can smell her freshly fucked cunt and feel small d...rops of warm cum dripping out onto his lipssandra pinches his nostrils closed again 'open your mouth and lick my cunt or you don't breathe its up to you'michael has no choice he opens his mouth and some of clives warm sticky cum slides into his mouth'push your tongue up my cunt i want to feel it inside me' sandra moans 'and swallow any cum that. "When you married him, you loved him, right?" I remember loving him," said Lacey. It was obvious she didn't trust that memory."And you remember being unsatisfied and frustrated with him, right?" Yes." At this point in the game," said Claire, "what difference does it make if either or both of those memories is a result of the accident, instead of being historically accurate?" But what if I really still love Paul?" asked Lacey, getting agitated. "What if the bad memories of him are false?" DO you. But youjust give in so fuckin' easy. It makes my cock hard the way you crumblefor me. The way I'm making you such a pussy," he gloated. I wonderedif he was stroking his cock while talking to me. I wanted him to be.Wanted him to be turned on. And proud of me. I wanted that pride."I'm wearing panties, Daddy," I volunteered. Offering that information,that self-debasement up like a tribute to him. To my man. "I alwayswear panties now. I'll wear panties for the rest of my life now,". I’m getting drunk. Before the thought is fully formed, she is placing the recently drained tumbler back on the bar and trying desperately not to cough. Or puke. Okay, she thinks while a fit of uncontrollable coughs jump from her still burning throat, three quarters of a glass of mostly tequila in one gulp wasn’t the best idea, but I’m on a mission. Reaching across the bar for a napkin to dab the tears from her eyes, Tabitha nonchalantly waves the bartender’s attention to the empty glass. Its.