.. porno pop, if you will! Pop has already gotten a bit raunchy, but not nearly enough for my taste! I admit that I really enjoyed your last one, wher... you pranced around in nothing but a bandana, of course!” I told Kesha as I pumped furiously in and out of her delectable bottom.“Count on you to applaud the growing smuttiness of pop and presumably all genres of music! Can I count on your endorsement, then, by showing up in my next video to fuck me in it? The best thing would be if another woman. .. interesting, because they weren't all on me. My women are independent, upfront and forthright, refusing to take a backward step to the occasional critic or a moralising hypocrite. That free, independent attitude is very attractive to a woman brought up in the cloistered world of the moral majority.They all knew the ruling about bringing home stray pussy and it is almost an intolerable temptation, especially for Maria, Alison and Helen. Unlike Maureen and Marilyn, they believe you can't have. "I didn't know what to say to all that. My shoulders sagged against the heavy backpack. With no sleep and absorbing all the damning things she'd said, I felt like crap. I was surprised when she reached out to touch my shoulder."We can go to the same classes and maybe even study together, Randy — in the library. But that's it," she said with finality. Then her eyes blazed out at me. "And tell Wes to stay away from me. I never want to speak to him again. Make him know that. Understand?"I nodded. The bleachers were about half full with perhaps as many as 50 women on each side, all dressed nicely, and all mature ladies in their 40's, 50's, and 60's.Sprinkled here and there in the crowd were perhaps a dozen younger gals, in their 20's and 30's, which Craig rightly assumed were guests of the Booster members. These women were daughters, nieces, and close family friends of the Boosters.Craig felt very strangely weak as so many of the eyes of the women turned to examine him as he emerged from.