She came again very quickly and again started to dry up. I got one of her nipples in my mouth and a couple of fingers on her clit and kept her machine... oiled. She was grabbing my butt with both hands holding me tightly against her. I was thrusting her so hard the whole car was rocking side to side. She really wasn’t going to let me stroke her. I was locked in. I worked my gluteus maximus muscles for all I had and rocked her to another orgasm.That was good enough for me. I was past the point of. My love and reason for living is just too short and we struggle to maintain a good rhythm. Willow and I have won a couple of races though.I noticed you writing about how you can recognize Veronica's cries. I know how that works, although I can usually tell the difference between Sage and Cee as well as just pick out Cee. From all the babies out there. A huge part of that is the time I spend with Violet. We seem to eat and drink at the same time. We feed our babies at the same time, and we. She felt like she was behaving like her parents who had fat shamed her, put her on the spot when she was caught binge eating, showcased in front of her grandparents who said she was going to get fat and stay fat forever if she kept up that pace. The day came and went for Jamie. It was Tuesday so it was a busy day for her with the morning trampoline class, a full day of work that ran late, and then grocery shopping. By evening she realized she hadn’t even eaten a thing all day. She figured she. "Sure ya did big guy" Jess spat incredulously at me "You fucked her brains out, bro. Good job. And look at all this cum dude, you're like a fire hose!" "Hey don't talk about mom like that" I shot at her. I looked down at moms spent body lovingly. When I looked back up, Jess was bringing a dripping finger-full of cum to her mouth that she'd apparently scooped off the bathroom mirror."Mmm How come you didn't invite me? This tastes so good." Jess said as she glanced around furtively for more of.