“Yes! oh, Carla Jo…so wet…. I have wanted to fuck you for years. Let me own you. Let me be the one to fuck this baby in you”.I held onto him e...ven tighter. He never pulled his cock out of me..He kept his meat inside of me very deep. The full length of his breeding tool stretched me from side to side. He was really fucking me hard. Making me cum over and over again. The bed was squeaking and the floor boards were creaking. It felt like the whole house was shaking. How could anyone downstairs not. This one is the type of dame whosegams go on forever." Umm...okay...yeahhh...umm, what's a dame actually do?" This one only knows that it should sway into offices of detectiveswearing fedoras." Then what?" This one returns to the office after the fedora wearing gumshoe solvesa mystery."Bernie felt a head-ache growing behind his eyes. His morning had startedout so positive, yet now he found out that the LMR's brain-box must havebeen damaged just like the chassis. And it was with a sigh he. When I walked toward walls they 'came at me' nearly three times as fast as my instincts told me they should, which was scary and disorienting. It was not a comfortable experience, and I could easily imagine that it'd be very awkward in a moving, crowded environment like school. I had NO hope of playing soccer this way. However, I could imagine getting used to it. It would take at least several hours, and maybe even a few days, before I could operate comfortably, but I could imagine it. He had, inadvertently, gotten her involved. ‘Maybe,’ Gail replied, chewing on her bottom lip absently as she stared at her ham and cheese sandwich. ‘Maybe not.’ ————- ———— That afternoon . . . ————- ———— Gail was hurrying out to her car, trying to keep an eye on where Ms. Pat Baker had gone. The strange girl was moving down the street as a fast pace and showed no signs of turning, so Gail figured she had time to catch up. ‘Damn Keith. He did this on purpose,’ she muttered. Gail was the type.