I guess just... call me soon as you find out if you and Karen can switch shifts,” Rebecca affirmed, giving a thumbs-up. “You two are still going to that con?” Chloe Hardcore mumbled, not sharing their enthusiasm. “Well yeah... why wouldn’t we?” Emily challenged. “Single-day passes are only twenty-five bucks, and we both have all of Sunday off for sure.” “Uh, ’cause you both made me fork over my pass to Brian,” Chloe muttered, crossing her arms. “We made you make a decision,” Emily corrected. “You can’t honestly say you’d be okay with breaking up with him, and then having him pay for your pass and your hotel stay.” “Why not? Why should I have to pay for either of those things?” Chloe retorted, twisting her lovely brown hair in her fingertips distractedly without taking her amateur eyes off her threesome phone. “...Uh-huh,” Emily grumbled, trying to stay composed. Her tongue was oral getting slick with nasty words that were hard to bite back. “Well, all of that’s between you two, it doesn’t mean me and Rebecca aren’t going to hang out with him,” Emily said straight decisively. “He’s still our friend, okay?” Please, Carmen? Hardcore Now my hands were covered in raw beef fat and I was in a mischievous mood so I rubbed them over Scarlett’s breasts. Then laura spoke.... "I don't know. Holly just moaned and gently shook her head, careful not to break the seal she had with her mouth. I scream to myself. It was dark out by now and everything was fading from sight. Jennifer laughed, "wow Chris is going to have the worst case of "blues". “Now open wide, it’s time to see how well you can take a cock.” "You name it and we'll do it . . . It was Wednesday, everything had been readied for the onslaught of hungry kids. The only threesome cock available was useless at that moment. As she was watching the sperm ooze out of the head of his dick, she was thinking to herself how weird it was that the very existence of the amateur entire human race depended upon a teaspoon's-worth of white, gooey fluid that comes out of a guy's dick. "Dad, that's too far oral up" Amelia told her father as he started "put your hands just below my neck" Amelia said as she struggled to maintain the position. straight Chloe was remembering her own nightmare as she steadily regained her consciousness. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. "Sir, there is no need to..."