She just went out to finish Christmas dinner (I am so jeanswing cream pie spoiled lol) and her jeanswing cream pie husband stayed back here long enough to put the baby down for a nap, and went out to join her and I'm sure mark her with his groping and jeanswing cream pie attentions while she was cooking. I settled down to my computer to write you some more about the day, and last jeanswing cream pie night. It is harder then I had thought to write about someone, and something so intimate while they lay so close! So, on to the details for youÉ Last night, the situation was as close to perfect as could be considering our lives. Their heater broke down, and the night before the dogs slept over here so they could be warmer. Last night she and the dogs stayed over.
My hand slid between her legs. I could feel how wet she was even through her shorts. "I gotta be crazy," Erica said when she pulled away. "My mama always said she's rather I be a jeanswing cream pie dyke than be with a white guy." "Really?" "Yeah," Erica teased me, her lips inches from mine. "But I don't always do what my mama says." "Have you ever been with a girl, then?" I had to ask. "Shit," Erica laughed. "One time, this girl Crystal and me, we were drunk and high and she asked me if she could eat my pussy." "Did you let her?" "I never say no to getting my pussy ate." "Really," I said, getting down on my knees without hesitation. Erica obliged me by peeling off her shorts and spreading her legs.