"Math can be proven. it actually exists."
I'm thirty three, never been married. I had lusted after my sister-in-law for fifteen years of marriage and here she was tied up and served to me on a silver platter.
Miranda could feel the unborn insects moving inside of her, pushing their way down her uterus and sliding along her vaginal cavity, stretching so delightfully that she wished they could stay inside of her forever. As Paul left us, Jane poured us both a brandy from the bottle I'd brought and came over and sat on the couch, draped her arm across the back, and began to stroke my hair.
"Cool, How much do you have ?" hoping for a good ansewer. '' she shot, ''Do you not remember my boobs?'' she asked. As she sped up her working of the long thick black vibrator a little more her other hand strayed to her stiff nipples her fingers lightly pinching and pulling at the large stiff buds imagining that it was her mother pulling and playing with them but using her teeth as she kissed all down her young taught body.
I slid passed Layla and ran into her arms, her sweet smell swept over me and I somehow knew that everything was going to be okay. A pause. BECAUSE IT WAS SO TIGHT IT DIDNT FALL BACK BUT SAT ON HER HIPS. I was more ok with lying by interruption than having his question asked flat-out and having to lie then.
She began to relax.