"Want me to get lube?" he asked me. I told him that spit works great and spit into my palm rubbing it around my anus and shoving two fingers into my f...uckhole. Palm down I hooked my fingers inside me and pulled upward so he could see well. I heard him groan lowly, "Oh God!" and was pleased again that I was turning him on.I removed my fingers from my ass and put my chest on the bed arching my back again to give him good access. I felt his hot cock against my hole, then as he pushed, I pushed back. I found orgasms more comforting than I could imagine any amount of pills or other drugs could ever be. I’d rather have daddy fucking me than all the sympathy in the world. I’m sure that getting fucked every day helped keep my hormone driven, crazy emotions nice and mellow.I suppose Sammie and I are the kind of girls who all girls with cramps hate. It’s nothing personal girls, but we will use all our genetic advantages to the max. We want to be the hottest, sexiest, and most fuckable girls in. Not necessarily because of any strong attraction to what was happening on the screen, but because of the very real excitement I was feeling at doing something so “wrong”, so out of the usual. So new to me. I guess it was similar to the rush I got the first time I fucked a girlfriend on a balcony in the fresh air.I noticed that some of the men were walking to an area behind the screen. At this stage I had no idea what was in that room, or why they were going there at all. I actually firstly. We can try some samples some time, but I suggest we have a less exotic dinner tonight as most of our attention will be on our conversation. Speaking of dinner, isn't it about time for that?"When I said that the fruit and vegetable would always be fresh, that wasn't because I was manipulating Time in any way. I'd simply memorized the look, down to the molecular level, of perfectly ripe food. If it sat in the bowl for a few hours without being eaten, I'd cancel it and recreate a new one from my.