Methadone to buprenorphine

'If you want to wait, you can. But you look like you need this now, Jess. You'll be bred by many bulls in your life. Mark can wait a little longer for his second chance.'
Hope Mark kicks the shit out of his oversized nuts when he gets back for taking advantage of his girl! Heh. ...thats kinda like; 'aww come on, dont wait for Mark to get home with the methadone, I have some crack riiiiiight here for you, no need to suffer! You can take the methadone later, youre in pain now!' Hehehe
Unfortunately, I had barely mated with Mark since then. Jess always hogged him all to herself. He had mounted me a few times in the week after Jess gave birth, but once she was ready again he stopped.
Oh hell, fuck that, go claim sister's rights! Hehehe, just show up about nine or ten and explain to your sister that you're spending the night with them! ;)
'Uh, Uh, Uh,' I moaned, his huge balls slapping against my rump. I couldn't move under him, I was trapped under him until he had finished having his way with me. God did it feel amazing.
So I was sitting here last night reading this and trying to decide if I was going to explain what story I've been reading lately to my wife, hehe, still haven't decided...hell she knows I'm pervy;) ...anyway that got me to thinking, can you imagine the look on their faces if a group of feminists got ahold of this and read it? Hehehe! However, I wonder what the numbers would be if everyone in the group got a copy of it but they didn't know any of the rest did... How many of them would keep quiet about it and secretly get off on it, jilling her brains out reading it every night?! Hehehehe ;)
Suddenly I heard Jess and Mark shift in the grass and looked over to see her on all fours with Mark lining his cock up behind her.
I let out a groan and sat up. The sounds of his body slapping into her rump mixed with their moaning soon echoed around the field.
I stood up, feeling my pussy growing wet from the spectacle before me. I couldn't deny how much I wanted Mark to mount me right now.
Oh. Hell. No. Sis busted into my room this morning interrupting a perfectly good morning mating just to nag on about leaving right on time and going with them, and now my sister is on all four shoving her ass in the air like a cat in heat with Her bf Mark, who just so happens to be the father of our child growing in my belly, pounding her dripping pussy like the world's about to end! Some picnic, huh miss third wheel! Well that bitch is sharing, Im gonna go over there and climb on her back, lock my legs around her waist and lay as close on her as I can with this belly, and roll us both on our sides in the grass, then he can damned well fuck us both!! ;)
Awesome chapter Heather! This story is just so much fun!! :). Oh, hehe, I was laughing at the 'sweaty' thing too, hehehe! Yeah, it's kind of retarded not to be able to edit the story after it's been uploaded! Not like the software hasn't been out long enough and gotten enough complaints for them to write a patch for it! Thats a pretty big thing too! :/
Looking forward towards the next chapter!! Thanks for writing :)

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curiosity leads to tension leads to anticipation leads to emotional foreplay leads to a first yielding to temptation leads to . . . .
now off to ch. 02 to see where it leads next

Hope Sean doesn't have to find out what Lobachevsky did with those cars. He'd have to track them all the way from Dnepropetrovsk to Petropavlovsk by way of Iliysk and Novorossiysk to Alexandrovsk to Akmolinsk to Tomsk to Omsk to Pinsk to Minsk.

To be discrete: To be fucking separate
To be discreet: To be able to keep fucking secrets

Ecclesiastes 3:1 - or the Byrds/Pete Seeger, if you prefer
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.