She went to her back, pulling Mikey on top, kissing, and moaning into each other’s mouth. “Morning,” They lathered up each other with body wash. Xxnx “Get me pregnant,” she breathed. “Shit,” she grumbled, running her hands through her long, black hair. How long have we been more than mother and son?”
“Better,” Michelle. You can admit to me in real life about the dreams you’ve been having. “I have to find him, to end this.”
Michelle trudged along in the soundless, wintery forest. It was 7:10 am. “Of course there is. The end. “Do I?” She thought. “Huh?”
“I want to eat your ass out like I did in that dream you had,” Mikey said. Waves bounced them up and down in the water. She sat on his lap, they downed their drinks in silence.
