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I know they'll eventually catch me but I've got a new Lady that I've got to have soon. She's the Leggy Blonde Prime Time Anchor at a local TV Station. Any day now she'll be mine for a day or two. Bianca. Lydia. Isabelle. Stephanie. Sophia. Foreword: This is my first serious piece of writing in quite a while so apologies if I write terribly. Please provide feedback whether you enjoyed it or not. There are 3 more main character chapters for the initial introduction. Bianca I The morning air was cool on her mostly exposed skin as she rounded the final corner on her morning jogging route. She liked running early in the morning, there was barely a soul in sight and it gave her plenty of time to think. The sun just beginning to rise shone low amber rays onto indian her bronzed skin as she ran headlong into it. The streets were still sleepy this time of morning. Only a single plain white postal delivery van pottering along the road slowly, stopping occasionally. She liked to make a race out of it, trying to keep up with the van. The van was always there, trundling down the road in his van at this time of day. Sometimes it made less stops, sometimes it made more, she always however loved to get an eyeful of the delivery driver though. She counted it as a victory when she was able to get home before the van reached her house. So when she saw the delivery van it always gave her a boost of energy as she raced it down the street. Today she had won, a quick glance back as she passed the white van pulled up two houses before hers. He would not be able get up anymore, just as my arm locked around his neck took away his ability to shout or to breathe, for that matter... I nodded, my body going on my tippy toes as he pulled me up by my puffy nipples. “Hi, there Prosecutor; how are you? She said you always have an opening in my books Daddy! Her firm booty looked like two perfect dark globes stuck together. I shuddered, the MILF reaching my asshole. I looked round to the other girls and saw that they too were taking in their exposed state. Clearly Jessica wasn't expecting it. The Maids decided to kill Fuckpig, she suspected their ploy and built a mound in her kennel, burying two grenades and removing the pins, so if disturbed it would blow up and she spent her nights with the Dogs, Soon enough it blew up, two Maids made a nice meal for the crocs, the third, blinded and deafened was sent back to his homeland and Fuckpig's place in society was secure again. He placed his arm under her knees and shoulders, lifted her up and carried Abbie's beautiful young body to the reclined chair attached to a sink where her hair would be done in the afternoon indian with the hairdresser and laid her neck in the sink opening as I ran his fingers through and spread the tresses out on the seat. “Come on Max, you know how she used to flirt.