She was enjoying it as much as I was. Both girls were dressed in Mom’s baby doll nighties
. . "Not now! Somebody might hear
. "
THURSDAY (Named for Thor, Norse god of thunder. I need to keep my
hands busy .
She was going to knock this audition out of the park – how couldn’t she, now, after that pep talk?
“What are you waiting for, cocksucker? This is your time to impress the judges!” The voice came from somewhere behind her in the cramped stall, and so did the palm thrust to the back of her head which sent her careening down throat-first onto Alice’s slobberknocker. Alice’s hand collided with her face, albeit lighter this time, to draw her attention away from dealing with the pulsating intrusion into her gurgling cakehole
. Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains
Assail my oaken door
With icy hands and iron chains,
They chill me to my core
And mar the solemn peace of midnight,
Veiling the autumn moon
She was enjoying it as much as I was. Both girls were dressed in Mom’s baby doll nighties
. . "Not now! Somebody might hear
. "
THURSDAY (Named for Thor, Norse god of thunder. I need to keep my
hands busy .
She was going to knock this audition out of the park – how couldn’t she, now, after that pep talk?
“What are you waiting for, cocksucker? This is your time to impress the judges!” The voice came from somewhere behind her in the cramped stall, and so did the palm thrust to the back of her head which sent her careening down throat-first onto Alice’s slobberknocker. Alice’s hand collided with her face, albeit lighter this time, to draw her attention away from dealing with the pulsating intrusion into her gurgling cakehole
. Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains
Assail my oaken door
With icy hands and iron chains,
They chill me to my core
And mar the solemn peace of midnight,
Veiling the autumn moon
She was enjoying it as much as I was. Both girls were dressed in Mom’s baby doll nighties
. . "Not now! Somebody might hear
. "
THURSDAY (Named for Thor, Norse god of thunder. I need to keep my
hands busy .
She was going to knock this audition out of the park – how couldn’t she, now, after that pep talk?
“What are you waiting for, cocksucker? This is your time to impress the judges!” The voice came from somewhere behind her in the cramped stall, and so did the palm thrust to the back of her head which sent her careening down throat-first onto Alice’s slobberknocker. Alice’s hand collided with her face, albeit lighter this time, to draw her attention away from dealing with the pulsating intrusion into her gurgling cakehole
. Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains
Assail my oaken door
With icy hands and iron chains,
They chill me to my core
And mar the solemn peace of midnight,
Veiling the autumn moon
