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  • No signal, of casting course. This was starting to feel like a Stephen King novel. I sighed, and rummaged through my glovebox, trying to find the GPS. “You lost, Sugar?” a sultry female voice asked from my window. I jolted upright, my heart blasting against my breastbone. She was leaning against my driver’s side door, a pair of hazel eyes staring amusedly, and a pair of pale tits barely concealed by a generous neckline. “Nice cheekbones!” I stammered, my malfunctioning brain projecting the observation. “Thanks, Sugar.” The woman winked, long lashes closing over her smirking eye. Holy shit, she was hot. No one would ever look at this brunette and say she was ‘beautiful,’ though she certainly was, but her posture, expression and attitude created an aura of sex so vulgar, that she could only be described as ‘hot.’ “Do you know how to get to medical I-80 from here?” I asked, realizing as I spoke that I was yelling each word. “I can get you to where you need to go, if you give me a ride.” The woman grinned, displaying sparkling white teeth beneath lush, red lips. Oh, those lips had been in some naughty, naughty places, I could tell just by the evil quirk of her smile. There was a promise in her hazel eyes, a promise I knew she’d keep if I let her in, but I couldn’t. Mom had just gotten out of rehab again, and I needed to pick her up. If I abandoned her for my own desires, then I was no better than her, and I’d sworn I’d never be like her. “I need to get to I-80.” I reaffirmed, more to myself than the woman. “No, you don’t.” The brunette’s reality grin broadened. “Excuse hospital me?” I said, taken aback. “Your Mom’s not waiting for you outside of Better Lives Rehabilitation Center.” The woman chuckled, then glanced down the highway, “She’s waiting for you there.” I gawked wordlessly at the woman, then followed her gaze, and looked public through my windshield. The highway lead down an immense decline that narrowed to the horizon, and the horizon was on fire. The sky was a great ceiling of rock, the clouds were black fumes spewed from calderas, and the landscape was a treachery of jagged peaks and sheer cliffs. All around the brimstone ground, naked bodies bathed in red light were writhing together in a horrific orgy, the debauchery stretching as far as the eye could see. Laying naked on a bed. For that`s what it was. “Nice hospital to meet you,” Marisa said nervously, and raised her arm to shake hands. And I just wanted to get back to him. It was obvious Julie was enjoying the attention. well. I start to panic, wondering what Yvonne will think if she sees what’s happening, but I’m powerless as Pauline groans and strains and pushes out a length of glistening shit. Gloria slowed down and looked distracted for a moment, which was just long enough time for the ground to open up and swallow her to her neck. After breakfast I went for a walk around the marina and bumped into Kate and Zoe. Jess stood and smiled at Alex, and stroked her leg as she got up from the couch. We could go out to dinner first, then come home for some unbelievable sex – isn’t that how it’s normally done?” May’s pussy was milking my cock for everything it was reality medical worth, and I felt such intense waves of pleasure rippling through public me that I swear my sense of touch was enhanced. That sure was wonderful. Be good and we’ll get you something nice to eat and drink. casting “I don’t know how I’m going to get used to that.” Stop!
  • I told him Becky and I did. He thanked me told me that his drinking was controllable. He just lets loose on the weekends and only on good occasions. He asked me not to worry and after this weekend he public probably wouldn't drink again for months. I laughed to lighten the mood and told him that atleast he was a quiet sleepy drunk. When I get drunk, I medical start thinking I'm a 'Don Juan' but in reality I end up looking like a 'Don Quixote'. I hear Becky laughing behind me and turn around to see her standing behind me holding a laundry basket. She is dressed to impress. Her hair is curled, she has long dark eyelashes that couldn't be real. She had makeup around her eyes, cheeks and her lips were dark red. Her makeup was slutty but it was obvious she had put reality in a lot of effort. Her hospital laundry uniform was skimpy. It consisted of a white bare midriff tank and a pair of hot pink running shorts. The shorts were camel toed in the front and flared in the back to show her ass cheeks. Becky said, "Excuse me for interrupting, Don Juan, but I have your clothes from yesterday. casting I'll return them when they are clean. I'll have fresh towels for you too. Your sheets looked clean so I left them." She said all this as she strutted her giggling ass past the table and into the laundry room. Once behind John she said "unlike your towels." She held up a handtowel, just like the one I used to catch a load last night. She put the center of the towel to her nose and sniffed it. She walked into the laundry room. I said, "Thank you Becky." John told me is a very hushed voice that he needs to invite me more often. I was on my first year there and he was on his last so, for reality whatever reason, he took me under his wing. They stirred such pleasure through me. Their mouths and tongues pleased my cock and pussy. Some liked how it completely dehumanizes and humiliates the medical slave to be pooping in hospital a corner like a dog wood. Jennifer led, “David, I’m sorry. He couldn’t bring himself to look into her innocent brown eyes. “And I know you’ve told me like a hundred times that we’re not in a relationship, but because we’re having sex all the time I stopped thinking about opportunities with other girls.” All that might sound pretty weird to you but believe me... that casting mindset will kick off some crazy creativity in you. I also enjoy Jim Cramer. You need public to tell the father.” The rest of the girls just laughed. The same stupid employee that had commented on her ass had initiated a debate about whether or not her breasts were real. I mean, Dad's my lover, too. Her eyes sparkled and her face wore a small grin. “Fine, but you’re paying.” "We shouldn't be listening to mom... doing that".