“Would you fuck me?” I asked the mirror in my best Buffalo indian Bill impression, “I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.” I felt good. I spun on my heel, and strutted toward the cat, who ironically did not appreciate my catwalk. Well, fuck her. I was sexy sushi, and sexy sushi don’t need no cat. I worked my shoulders as I marched lasciviously down the hallway, popping each hip, pretending I was parting the sea of people at a party, and all eyes were on me. “That’s right, bitches.” I grinned at a poster of Lebron James, “Emily Huston just walked in, and all your thirsty boyfriends wanna get a drink of this pussaaaaAAAAAAAH!” And fate punished me for my hypothetical arrogance by making me forget there were stairs in front of me. I hit each step with a punctuation of breath, tumbling head-over-heels until I was sprawled in the kitchen, my skirt draped over my head, my beautiful California Roll headdress sacrificed to provide cushion for my stupid fucking brain. I lay there for a moment, exposed and in pain, wondering if dying was preferable to getting up from this. A fervent knock on the kitchen door confirmed that yes, dying was indeed the better option. “Emily?!” Mrs. Johnson’s muted voice screamed from the other side of the glass door, “Oh my god, Emily, are you OK?” You can kill me now, God. I thought grimly. REBECCA I knew I still had it. I was two years shy of forty, and had lived a life of drugs, unprotected sex, and worst of all, rampant tanning, but damn it, I still had it. My skin had hardly aged at all, my hair was still its luxuriant strawberry-blonde, and only the faintest stretchmarks marred my ample bust. I had an ass you could balance a wine bottle on, and I currently had it stuffed into the tightest pair of Levi’s money could buy. Genetics had been kind to me, but that wasn’t how I knew I still asses had the all-important “it.” No, my retention of “it” was confirmed by the eyes of the junior varsity football team, which seemed to be magnetized to my heart-shaped asset. “Nothing like good genes, and good jeans.” Lucy chuckled next to me, her lips pursed around a cigarette. The two of us were leaning on a fence at the park, looking at the young bucks like we were still in high school. Of course, Lucy never went to high school; not as a student, anyway. “I swear, the older I get, the younger I want ‘em.” I sighed to Lucy, taking a pull of my own cigarette, “At this rate, Chris Hansen’s going to be knocking on my door instead of you.” “Is that how I make you feel, Becky?” Lucy grinned devilishly at me, which I guessed was the only way she could grin. “You used to show up for fun, now you show up for favors.” I sighed. “You owe me.” Lucy shrugged. “I know.” I muttered. I owed her everything. I turned my forearm over, the entire length of it colored with tattoos. My whole body was, from ankle to neck, with a few spaces between the pieces, but not many. I’d gotten most of them almost two decades ago, but despite the sun exposure, none had faded. But it wasn’t the tattoos I was looking at; it was the scar that ran from wrist to elbow. “Are you my friend, Lucy?” I asked her softly. “I like to think I am.” Lucy said wrapping an arm around my waist, “I like to think we’re more than just that.” “But it’s true, you’re my life now, all I think about… I can’t picture my world without you in it.” Hannah laughs, "all of it". The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. Sheila was in heaven as both Nina & Cindy alternated eating her pussy & asshole. Not only did we have another goddess and her disciples in chains. I replied. “Are you going to put your mouth on me again?” She ask stroking my cock. Finally, I put My lips over my her clit and sucked it into his mouth, immediately flicking it with his tongue. They couldn't reach him. Behind the curtain, as I sat there with my heart pounding away in my ears, Doctor Meadows came to stand in front of me and indicated I should pull down my jeans so she could examine me down there. Sally, have you heard her talk yet? Kathleen's arms move behind her back and she hopefully looks up at Vestus's statue. shit i asked Amy to move up for a second and my horrific thought came true the condom A few days later Casey came over thanking me for helping her get to sleep easier she said.She then told me she got her pills so If I would come over later and lube her up she would really like it .Just give me a call and I would love to I said she thanked me, later that evening asses I received her call. Our club was between St Augustine and Jacksonville. I went in a stall, closed the door, latched it, and just sat on the toilet weeping. Now I was ready to be gotten! “Oh sweetie, after a show like that and a shower like this, the second my head hits the pillow I’m going to be lights out, but there's no way I’m falling asleep without busting a nut in you first.” She explained, smirking as she used one hand to guide her cock between his cheeks, letting him feel as the wide hard head of her cock kissed his little star. We all returned to the lounge and Jay began telling me more of what he had done to his sister Dawn l asked why hadn’t he ever mentioned using her before and it seems he thought l would be jealous. It was hurting but I wasn’t able to say anything with a dick inside my mouth. And believe it or not, that really turned me on a lot, and got my pussy sopping wet! She was suddenly splattered with two huge loads indian from the two young males that had videoed her as she was used by my two sons. Cum drizzling down Ian’s thighs as the man pulled out. Slamming into me with all her might. After everyone else left, I searched for porn and jacked off just before bed. Walking into the kitchen remembering the details of her first time with Abby, Olive catches her mother just as she is finishing the dishes and calls to her. She rolled me over and climbed on top of me, riding me hard. Her pussy was tighter than I had hoped. “Oh, I think a pretty thing like you has something to give three guys who’ve not seen a woman in such a long time,” Hawk’s tone was soft and almost sad as he spoke. thrilled, I couldn't wait to meet the person that made I need something to drink.” Then a few minutes later, I heard something scratching at my door.