Chatroulette Trey Songz - A guy who takes a face full of Jizz.

And loves it. A Master Messed with many orgasms a night. A tear fell from my eye. We went out for some "rain". It was a night that lasted the all night. Tyrone and I both had a harness that allowed us to enjoy the others orgasms in a way we could not hope to dream of. That day also saw the birth of our first child. Tamara, our eldest, is the only name we now call Tamara. Her birth mother was called Chatroulette Trey Songz and her father a bottoming engineer. The fact that we are related gave us a greater connection with the local community. Our daughter is the only baby to be born in our family. Tamara lives at home. Amy lives at home with her sweet loving stepdaughter. Tanya is now four and lives with her Auntie in a nice gated community just outside the city. Two years ago we put on a double decker bus and took the train to the old pier in the gated community.

The weather was truly the best that day. It was absolutely balmy and raining just before the storm. We sheltered at the gated community house and stayed there all day. As the afternoon wore on, a strong off breeze blew over the gated community and caused the gator to come alive. At times it got so strong that people were scared of each other. We all became frightened as the rain and the strength of the storm approached. We called a halt to our play when the sky suddenly became one mass of showers of rain. People came out of the rain to see the gator on the beach. People! The biggest pervert in town! We had never met and probably never would, but we were equally intrigued and we wanted to get to know each other. We grabbed our walkie talkies and started talking. Where are you, Tamara? I walked into the bathroom and saw you staring at me. I hurriedly came back out of the shower and started talking on the phone. Why don't you come over here, you big hottie. Where are you at? I called your house.

You answered. You told me your name was Chatroulette Trey Songz. Tell me you broke the rules. I immediately pulled Laurel over my shoulder and brought her over to the gated community house. Tell me you broke the rules. Laurel: My age. 55.55. Supermodel. Couple on TV. Fast car. Drive. You can have it all. You can be in the car. You can have that view. When will you get off? This will be my final interview and my final gig..