It was like a potter with wet clay opening the neck of the jar wider and wider. As I started to feel close to cumming, I grabbed the lotion jar and st...uck the head of my cock into the jar of cream as I erupted, shooting globs of my thick cum into the lotion. After milking my cock into the jar a few seconds while watching John progressively slide his fingers deeper into Linda's cunt, I sat back with my heart pounding as if I was having a heart attack. After I calmed down and my cock started to. “Lane, you should know that this wolf here has been making eyes at me since we were kids. If I walked the other side of the street, I probably would have married him instead of Chris,” she said, smiling at the petit blonde.“I never would have guessed that you were so fond of him.” Lane replied, trying not to laugh.JJ turned serious for a moment. “Other than Chris, there is no one in the entire world I love more than Doug. We grew up together, and he has always been my best friend.” Then she. I ... I never reach goals, you know? I have learned to embrace failure; it is who I am, and I've learned to live with it. I am comfortable with failing. It is my big excuse, okay? I ... I wouldn't know what to do if I ever succeeded. It scares me." She looked up, moisture glittering in her eyes. "Do I make sense at all?"This time it was Angique who gasped. Her hands went up to hold the girl's face, pulling her over — kissing her across the small table. The kiss lasted. When they parted, Alicia. It was all good. However I kept comparing it to Helen's. Helen almost always won. I did like their fancy salads though. I left everything else and went back for the fruit and veggie things. It was the spicy bread and dressing I expected that made them stand out.My main complaint with the dinner conversation was that everything, "Is to die for." or so our two drama queens seemed to think. "We have to get these two down to Aster to eat at one of Helen's events," I said to Jerrod with a huge.