"Your body is your own. Its not for anyone else unless you will it. You may feel you need to do something and pro-choice will agree with your right to do what you feel you need to do. But you do not get to make that call for anyone else"
His balls were slapping against mine then it felt like something ripped and I really cried out. I jumped in the car as mom sat there with her skirt in her hands and her shirt halfway unbuttoned.
I stopped just long enough to ask her, "Are you my whore?" She said in her whining voice, YES, YES, I'M YOUR WHORE, EAT ME HONEY, EAT MY ASS. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"Wow, you two are forever at it. She moved her other hand up to her covered breasts, pushing them up through her dress. I told her, "You fucking whore I'm going to bruise your bowels, Take it. While Pops' hand and fingers cautiously caressed his granddaughter's leg, his eyes studied the young, feminine form in his lap.
And even if there how do I know you have her. She posed while sitting on a big pig that was sleeping in the warmth of the sun, it had just been feed and it was taking his siesta.
I guess Tyron must have felt left out because he joined Brad and I had two tongues working my holes. Take it hard up your ass!" She just yelled "BRUISE MY BOWELS, BRUISE MY BOWELS, USE ME HONEY, USE MEEEEE!" Damn, everybody in the place had to hear her.
" With her order, we all got out dripping wet, from the water, and followed her into the bedroom.