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Halfway through the Thursday night class gathering, Don was enjoying a watered down scotch when Marge and Pressley made their grand entrance. Press had inherited a sizeable estate from his father, but he always seemed to be a pleasant guy. Marge, however, after all these years, still insisted on showing up late so she could convince herself that she was the center of attention. Her dad had been the newspaper publisher in the small town, and she was always the uppity rich girl... she hadn't changed. Sure enough, when Marge began speaking to some of the others, she was quick to criticize, "You should wear gold earrings with that outfit; not the hoe fake stuff, either." "Find out what kind of cologne he's wearing, Pressley, and don't ever buy any." "Sorry to her about your cat, Mary. I really don't like cats, anyway." When she spotted Don, who (now) may be a 'celebrity' she could get close to, she pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring lifelong classmates as she sidled up next to him, "Well, hello there, Don Parker. Do you remember me?" "Of course I do, Marge, where's Ol' Press? I'd like to see him." She felt like she cuty adorable had just been given a brush off, but was determined to make points with a 'famous' author, "It's 'Margaret', not Marge. Oh, he's over there somewhere. Don't worry, he'll show up in a amateur minute. He can hardly stand for me to get out of his eyesight. Nice shirt; where'd you get it? Tell me about your latest book. I'm sure you can find a complimentary copy for an old friend, can't you?" There it was... not another person had asked for a free copy, and some had insisted on paying him; which he didn't accept; but here was the snooty little rich bitch trying to pussy mooch a copy. As far as being an 'old friend', Marge had said more to him than she had spoken in six years of junior high and high school. I gasped as I felt my anus stretch, and suddenly the tip of Stephanie’s finger eased gently into the clutching grip of my virgin asshole. “Just answer the question.” He calmly ordered. What gives? They were sitting in the verandah and talking about this and that and slowly the topic came to his sexual problem. It feels so weird, but really good. “And you want this?” I finally asked, having not really digested the implications of what I’d heard. I had a tough day at the office and want to relax a little. That I was pussy flaunting my sexuality with such unashamed adorable enthusiasm. A condom didn’t even enter our minds. So far, we have only made minimal advances, but steam is beginning to roll,” I tell them. She wrapped her legs around him and held on as he started to hammer cuty her little pussy. he just got his lights knocked out yesterday and already he's looking for another fight. “Sister dear!” I smiled at them both, “Do you really think anyone is going to complain if it does become too much and I have to taper it back? As I was picking-up the coins I looked through my legs and saw him staring at amateur my pussy and re-arranging his trousers. I rose and brought my purple energy dildo to Ava's pussy. She moved over to count it and then moved it to her purse, and then back into bed. "Yeah, I'm too close to settle for a G.E.D. and I might get some other stuff. She touched the edge to their throats and drew it around their bodies, millimetres from the skin, the veins and the arteries. The pale blue shirt matched the baggy faded blue jeans which appeared to be a size or two too large. Be nice to Jose.” Tony smiled at Amanda and she smiled back with an evil grin. Chapter 7 More Time with Carol and Mother The sun had set to the west. Ever since we established our base, we’ve been in the planning for something which will end of the world as we know it. Mom looked me right in the eyes as she tipped the glass up and let the slime slide into her mouth. * * * * * A year later * * * * * I hoe wasn’t much of a multitasker, so I made my choice, took two handfuls of Tera’s succulent flank, squeezed until my fingers disappeared in the fat, spread her wide, and firmly planted my face into her. You’re ours, no one else can lay eyes on your body without our permission.” Her hand slid up my abdomen and rubbed against my chest. I took the noise-cancelling headphones off of my daughter and told her: “I will guide you to your treat for being a good slave.” Once we got to my wife, I told her to lay down on her stomach.