Kinda like today." I laughed, he looked up at me, with shocked eyes and an expression that bordered on betrayal. *"Ah shit, little one, that happens to everybody now and then. You wake up and the world is just fucked," The shock dissipated, he turned his head, sighed and nestled back in. *"for no good reason, it just is, to you. Then you go to work and it shits on you some more, out for a few drinks and it's fucks you even harder. Hell even just watching a movie can twist it up for no reason. Everybody has those days. And you, my friend, have definitely got a brain load of shit to navigate. I mean, from what you’re saying, I'm surprised it doesn't happen once a week." I let him be for pov a bit, his mind in thought, his head against my chest, curled up, with knees pressed indian up to my thigh. My mind drifted. Thoughts and distant echos purged my aches, once faded faces came back to view, bringing with them a sense of things. I felt a calm emanating around me. A calm I hadn't felt in many years. Not since the last time I comforted a friend who just lost her mother. All she needed was for someone to just be and let her cry. So that’s what I set my mind naked to. He sniffed and adjusted his frame more comfortably. The faces fleeted and fell away, yet the calm somehow wife remained. It seemed to have taken root in him as well. I looked down and saw my hand, moving through strands of white silk. I had been stroking his hair, unconsciously, for how long I didn't know. The softness and curves denied me the perception that this body had parts similar to mine. His smooth skin, feminine shape and the position of things, recalled in me, the times I held girlfriends, or female-friends in an attempt to steal their pain, or share in the quiet of an afterglow. Some cumshot of those same women, whose faces, just seconds ago, had stolen into and out of Swallow my memory. I searched for a way to detract his thoughts from this melancholy and mine from the more erotic ones it was having. An Xbox 360, nestled under the TV caught my attention. Aarti immediately called Sujata and told her excitedly everything went according to plan. He always made me blush when he said that he was looking for a girl like me; so sweet. “Oh, Lord, this is sinful.” "I'm... s-sorry—" he embarrassingly stumbled, feeling her eyes on his penis. And the big muscle stud fucking his ass noticed, and broke out laughing. The gold chain which traversed from one nipple to the other was in clear view. My hips danced back and forth. Ashley was in this shot, pointing, her hand over her mouth, laughing hysterically. The drive to Nashville takes approximately four hours. It took a long time before Zora’s tremors subsided, and she found the strength to crawl over naked the linoleum to where Yelitza lay dead. She slipped her lovely feet into Swallow her black high heels. Can you show pov me?” My futa-dick throbbed. “So you decided to burst in on me masturbating and then calling my indian dick freaky was the right way to express yourself?” First he did it by dragging her behind him by the length of chain connecting both of their collars but once he had moved as far as he could that way he used a different method of positioning her. Vikas pulled my braid from behind. There was a long pause, both guys put down their drinks. Frank cocked an eyebrow and looked down at his blonde sister. “Oh, sister dear, your muse is making my cock throb.” She caught her breath and turned her adoring gaze back to him, her face tilted to the side to welcome another blow. “Ok, this is going to be a very long night if you don’t start talking.” Jill advised. “Deal.” "Wait, did cumshot you say my king?" “What are the deepest desires of my heart?” I had to admit that it was funny and started laughing myself. I fired blast after blast of jizz wife into my daughter's wonderful bowels.