I swerved through three lanes of traffic, my tires screeching as I struggled to regain control of the vehicle. I finally managed to get on the shoulder, the fading blare of the semi’s horn echoing in my ears, a backdrop to the thundering of my heart, and the rapid intakes of breath. “That’s it!” I exclaimed, “I’m going to therapy!” EMILY My Halloween costume was laid out where I’d put it yesterday, on my bed, waiting for me when I got off my shift. But fucking Ahmed had decided that we were understaffed in the pharmaceutical section, so instead of being a sexy sushi (and don’t worry, I’ll explain that in a second), I was dressed in khakis and a red polo. ‘Corporate slave’ didn’t have the same appeal as ‘sexy sushi,’ but I couldn’t discard my vocational outfit. Daniel had been paying the rent all by himself for two months straight, and I had to chip in. He was already burning through his savings just to make ends meet for us. He was too good to me. “But he’s still a fucking asshole!” I huffed at the cat, and took her bored glare as a resounding agreement. I folded my arms, and pouted on the bed, glaring at my sexy sushi outfit. Funny-sexy was hard to pull off, but damnit, I did it this year. I fucking nailed it. The headpiece was a California Roll I’d made of foam and tissue paper, the brazier was a salmon color that evoked sashimi with a ‘rice’ frill at the top, and the skirt was a black garment meant to evoke maki, with a little embroidery on the crotch that said, ‘something smells fishy.’ It would’ve been glorious, but alas, it would never see the light of day. “Well you know what, Cleo?” I prompted the cat, who glared up at me for interrupting her crotch-licking session, “I’m gonna wear it anyway. You and I will just have our own Halloween party! Yeah! Just you and me… just me and the cat… and indian I’m wearing a fucking sushi outfit that advertises my smelly pussy.” I sighed, and drooped my shoulders, “There’s a cat joke in there somewhere, Cleo, if you want to pick the low hanging fruit.” I mumbled. Sheila told the ‘me’ android. She said looking around in her bag for her phone. Meanwhile, she closed her palm around the base of my cock and started stroking it again before continuing and brushing her tongue along the length of my dick to the tip. I head over to one of the urinals and begin peeing. indian What you up to?” She didn’t know if the people further down the beach would catch sight of them, if the sudden vigorous movements would clue them in to what was happening, but now she hoped they would see. Although she already felt her belly bulging a little, due to the plug blocking her from emptying her bowels, she felt better afterwards. “That's wonderful,” Mom said. The market opens at 2:00 on Friday afternoons so they were just getting started when I led Scarlett through door number thirty. She moved behind me, her legs sliding around my waist. "Do you think fate is responsible for putting us in this place together?" If the animals start to move I am done. They then asked me to help move the ladders. Destroyer. I figured with some editing software I could make some hot movies out of these encounters. It ran in thick, milky rivulets down their features. I plan on bringing her into the office. He lay down on a conveniently placed divan, his heavily muscled legs, hanging over the bottom of the bed.