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  • “I’m sure this won’t shock you, but I like to sleep in the nude.” Jennifer says to us. “Great, so do we.” “Dakota, darling, could you please check on Tina. She’s probably embarrassed about what happened. If she needs girl things, Jill’s supply is in our bathroom.” “Not to worry. I have some as well. I’ll go check on her and tell her that both of us love her.” She says to me. “Thank you. You’re wonderful.” Jennifer asks where she can get cleaned up before we head off to slumber land. I direct her to the master bathroom. I tell her where the towels are located. I also offer to put on a load of clothes, this way she has something clean in the morning. She amateur tosses me her clothes. I head out to the laundry room, picking up the discarded clothes along the way. Clothes from Diane, from Tina, from John, from Dakota, and even myself. It dawns on me that I really need to do some laundry. The hamper is overflowing. In the laundry room, I begin sorting the clothes into three piles. Dark clothes. Light-colored clothes. Whites. I put on the light-colored clothes first, add soap, fabric softener and hit start. Forty-five minutes from now, they need to be moved to the dryer and the dark load needs to be put on. As I’m walking back down the hall, I hear Diane and John making love. I hear the cooing and declarations of love for each other. I am sure glad he came to his senses. As I reach the master bedroom door, Dakota stops me. “David, I hope you know that when I say that I love you. I mean it. It’s more than just words to me. You and Jill make me feel so special. I want to have your baby. I want to make you proud of me. I love you David, with all my heart. I have never felt this way about anyone, not even in high school. Please tell me you love me. I want to hear it as many times as you will say it to me.” Dakota says to me with her eyes filling with tears. “Dakota, my darling, I do love you. I’m not just saying that. I love you with all my heart. Jill loves you. “Don’t feel so bad, Adarian,” Yavara’s sultry voice said from behind me, “she’s clearly happy; don’t you want her to be happy?” “As I said earlier Georgia, I believe that you should come back for 1 more session to cement the association in your mind. I was really worried about just what he might have in mind. Only 1 can beeped at us. He walked away towards the materials closet, leaving Antoine behind. We were both gasping and groaning. It’s like they are enjoying themselves being a prostitute. I mean, I loved my wife, but we'd fallen into quite the routine the last 10 years or so. I see Tits is feeling just as nervous and I reach out to her. She gasped, a different kind of shudder running up her spine. She was wearing western boots and jeans, a western belt with a big buckle, and a white, very see amateur through blouse. “How long did you fuck me?” She asked in confusion. My dick gets hard watching my wife and daughter get naked for a crowd of horny men. Dead pine needles, loamy soil, the sweet scent of pine resin, and something else. They were setting back, catching their breath, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms, when Eli stuck his head in. Marsha instinctively tried to cover herself with the clothes that she had shed then realized it was hopeless. This girl knew my cock so well now, she knew just what to do to get what she wanted. Feeling Leah's warm body pressed up against her, large breasts heaving against Jessie's own chest, Jessie almost found herself convinced. I pushed on her clit with my tongue.
  • I mean we feel very grateful to be in the position we’re in, I mean we could have been born in 1800 or in a country at war. We’re so lucky to be where we are and to have what we have!" "Of course. You know, people are always gonna think that your life is so much better than theirs. The media can be so powerful. People believe more of what they read than what they actually see. What you own, the money, that’s not what’s important. It’s never been important to me. It’s the family and the work. The people you love. They remind you who you are. That’s important. It’s the same things everyone cares about." "Yes, sure," Rob said, "but I already feel like some people look at me like I’m better than them. Some of them see me as perfection. I mean I can see they feel a sense of admiration when they look at me and it’s very disturbing. I don’t feel that special." "Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing. It means you’re already making a difference. You’re lucky enough to have touched a few lives. In all modesty, I have probably touched millions. I hope I have. I hope you will, all of you. I can see you all have a tremendous energy inside you. I’m sure you feel you could go on all night when you’re on stage." We all smiled and nodded. It was so true. "You know, Rock ‘n’ Roll can give you the power to change the world, use it, mobilize people as much as you can through your music." "How do you do it?" Damon asked curiously. "I mean, how do you manage to find time to actually fit in your family and U2 and all the charitable causes?" "I manage to find time because I am not in any way at peace. I think the world is a really unfair and often wicked place, and beauty is a consolation prize. And amateur it’s not enough for me. It just isn’t. There’s always been a kind of rage in me and it does still bubble up. Debt relief is not a charity. Seven thousand Africans dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease is not a cause, it’s an emergency…and if you feel that rage, if you can give some of your time to make a change, any change, you’ve got to do it." I couldn’t help but think that coming out was probably one of the first steps Rob and I would have to take if we wanted to try and make a change in society. We would surely do a big service to the gay community if we decided to be completely open about our true selves. I didn’t think I wanted to become a gay activist though, but if our coming out publlicly could help some people to be honest about themselves and others to be more open-minded and tolerant, I was starting to think I would be willing to do it. "Yeah, fame definitely gives you that power, doesn’t it?" Dylan said. "Fame is a weird thing. It can be quite tough. There’s some strong stuff out there, and I’m not talking about drink and drugs. “Well Brandon took a little convincing to admit it, but I’ve seen his internet history.” They went into the house, and I assume right to a window overlooking the pool. My passion built faster now. But there was that part of me that still wasn't ok with this relationship. My phone is placed next to her hips as my hips drive forward, forcing my cock deeper inside her. just doing that Jane's hand brushed her daughters inner thigh Georgia groaned and raised her hips to her hand Jane pulled back a little startled .. “I may be a bitch, but I am not YOUR bitch, so you will WALK back to my house SLOWLY... Brian and Amy looked at each other then looked back at him and said "what?" He dug deeper, as if trying to lick honey from a jar. When we returned to our rooms we were grateful for the rest and fell to sleep straight away. “Sure. Tallesman tugged on her nipple leashes and bragged, "THESE BEAUTIES HAVE BEEN TATTOOED, ROPED, WHIPPED, CRUSHED, DRAGGED, STRETCHED, WAXED, BURNED, PIERCED AND GENERALLY BEATEN TO SHIT OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS, HAVEN'T THEY HONEY?" We spent the night here, recovering from the battle. Each was so horny that she would do anything to get some amateur relief. She's not going to stop me this time.