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It was stream-of-consciousness, automatic, effortless. Another A, he knew it. Teresa had plodded through a few essays covering the terms beauty, integrity (2), stupidity, blackness, contentment and courage before she came to Milo’s. It was titled simply, ‘Love’. She thought it was perfect, so simple, a word we Toys all use everyday in so many ways. She masturbation was half-excited and half-afraid as she began reading. It was well-written as usual. She was pov impressed by the number of interpretations and examples of usage Milo had come up with. The essay flowed easily from the very first paragraph and related how casually the word is used in daily life. People say I love your sweater, or I love your hair. A child says he loves macaroni and cheese. His sister says she loves her teen idol. The high school quarterback says he loves the hot cheerleader as he undresses her and lowers her onto the back seat of his car. And of course in the game of tennis the word love means nothing; a big Zero. Then the writing segued into a more serious tone. Love in one’s family and how it can differ: Loving parents, children, siblings. The love in marriage and the blowjob love of God. It was all poignant and thought-provoking and had Teresa engrossed and on the edge of her chair. But it was the conclusion that left her again moved by this young man’s writing and trembling at the same time. Milo had summarized that love was what anybody wanted it to be, after all, it was just a word. Love is different for everyone. Then he described what love could be. As Teresa read the conclusion sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lip and goose pimples rose on her arms. She read: Love could be this college student sitting in the back of the classroom, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, admiring and listening to his instructor, his mentor, a beautiful, sexy woman a few years older, fondling oral his cock, hard between his legs beneath the desktop. And love could shaved be the sick, sour ache he feels in his gut because he knows that even though they would make magic together he can’t be with her because he is her student and she belongs to somebody else. Teresa put the paper down and took a deep breath. Milo had written another strong paper worthy of an A. But was he getting dangerously close to going over the line? She knew that what she had just read was not only a very good essay nailing the assignment. It was a love letter. She had to admit she was flattered. And Milo was attractive. There was the age difference of course but she couldn’t help but wonder how she would respond if she wasn’t married. “Mmmm, you dirty sick fuck” My sister spoke as she bit my lip. Yet another point of contention—why she just couldn’t tolerate some girl worming her way into their business. Gwen came again, from just him sucking her nipples and riding his cock. I really do appreciate your help.” I wasn’t sure if I was actually helping her with anything, but I did like her new active lifestyle even if it was uncomfortable at times. Now I partly wondered since I was now certain they were at least blowjob connected to the oracles they had foresaw that I would be watching them. "You really did squeeze out all dad's sperm!" Her lips sucking my member in unison with her actions. Now let me give a bit of a background about her. April gulped me so sweetly, taking me all the Toys way down her throat. I pet her leaking pussy as I nursed from her, soothing her punishment as Eva wrenched her head shaved back and made her spine arch. It was only then that Taylor realized a small damp spot where Becca had been laying. The cock inside her swelled to its fullest and rammed into her hard and fast. To have three busty women trying to suffocate me with their tits while a fourth bounced on my cock, it was beyond hedonistic, it was almost blasphemous. Her hands stroked my naked back, my braided hair swinging as I shuddered. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEE" She snapped the bra on and slid the body stocking over her body. I told them. He very gently moved back and forth a bit but didn’t really penetrate me any more. Her handjob was as artless as it was relentless. Then she calmed masturbation down. I wish I could touch one to see what it feels like.” She’s going to be Sharon’s assistant at the Hawk, so please make her feel welcome,” I say to Amy. I could hear her sobbing as we went out the front door. “I have been very romantically involved in the past,” with this they understood he meant sexually oral involved, “but am without a pov partner at this time. My son created her? He began to type a fake name before stopping himself and typing his actual name. Drool was running down her chest to mingle with her milk dripping everywhere. She actually helped me through an English project. First his eyes roamed on the crack of her buttocks and as he peeped down he saw the dark patch of her pubic hair and hidden amidst it he saw the impression of her cunt lips. “Am I intruding?” Phil asked, figuring he should at least be polite.