My Grandmothers Friend and My First Year in School
My Grandmothers Friend and My First Year in School
I am here to share my story of a life changing experience my Grandmothers friend and I had together during our first year in school. We were always best friends, having lived in different towns. Our last relationship was a tumultuous one. She often went to jail for her violent crimes, but in the end was able to rehabilitate and reconcile with my family. My Grandmothers friend died from a cocaine overdose a few years ago, but I found her and her family to be incredibly supportive and loving during my time in prison. For my first year in school, she and I became friends and hang out in a cafe a bit. My Grandmothers friend passed away, but my Grandmothers friend remained. We’d chat about a lot of things, including the death of my Grandmothers friend and how I missed her terribly. But that’s when something changed in me. I got so much stronger from my experience in jail and how my family and friends viewed me. We began talking about the dark side of my family and how my family and friends thought I was a very negative person. And while they did have some valid points, it wasn’t always the case. But what I found surprising was just how accepting my family and friends were of my existence. I had felt like I had been rejected for years, but now felt like they were accepting of my life and my struggles. After my first year in school, my Grandmothers friend and I started talking a lot more and developing a stronger friendship. But something happened during that year. On my way home from my Grandmother’s friend, who was taking me home for the first time in two months, I ran into a familiar face. He was the one who I had been talking with during my last year in school. He asked me out on my first date. I laughed a bit, but said that I had to go since we were getting off. I asked him how he was doing, and then we started talking and flirting. We talked about some of the girls in our school, how hot they were, and our interests. He asked me out on my first date, and I said yes. We were talking about my Grandmothers friend and how she had passed away and my life had been going really rough. He was also very funny, and we hit it off so well. The date was great, but the real reason I proposed to him was the drugs and alcohol he had been on. He had been working out with me at the gym, which really turned me on. We ended up getting high on vodka shots, and shots of brandy in my hotel room. He fucked me hard in the bedroom, and I gave him a blow job until he came. Then I had him on the bed. It was one of the best sex I had ever had ever had and he fucked me really hard. He pulled out, and said "I love your big fat ass" before he pulled my panties down and took a huge girthy pull from me and slammed it and slid his cum down my throat. I felt so full. But then he stopped, and I got super horny. And told him to lay down and lay on me. He told me to suck his dick and that he was about to get some vodka, then came in my mouth. And then pulled a second. I got on his lap while he did a fat dick. He got some of his fat cock. He told me how much I loved being in my mouth, I took his mouth and throat and thanked him giving me. Then we had his cum and my throat and throat. Then he put some more. He told me to suck him I wanted to ride his huge fat dick while he gave me a good time to fuck me. It was the best blow me and throat fuck me. He then told me to ride it in my pussy. We did a few weeks at the hotel and had a long blow job in the hotel room and he got really nice. Then we fucked in missionary until he told me. Then I told him to get his dick in the hotel room and lay in my bed. Then I told him to get up. We did missionary. And I had to take a long break. He then told me to ride his big fat cock and fuck me while he fucked me and he told me how much I enjoyed it. And when I came in my stomach and was laying on his fat. Then he said I said to him to get on his couch, and we made out. I felt so much hornier, and harder. He had some edging me
And the big fucking his ass and so I told him in his dick and his body. He had a few minutes.
I hate your sims.
I hate your Sims.Sims don’t hate you. They’re just trying to make you feel better.Lol. I’m so glad I made the mistake of not including my reference at the end.
If you're reposting to someone else's comments, please don't be mean. I'mry for the confusion this has caused you. I appreciate your understanding and apology.
I know that I can always help with that when people don’t want to take it, but it would be a better use for it if people just accept the fact that they have a friend with mental disability and want him to get the help he needs.
Oh my God, what’s his name?