‘They call you Tough Steve’ gasped Randy Wendy ‘So I want you to fuck me hard. Be rough with me. Be brutal, beat me, I can take it.’ I didn’... need telling twice. I ripped off her jeans, flipped her over and pushed my fingers into her arse. She sighed and went limp, allowing me to slide in more fingers. I roughly pushed my hand as far as it would go, withdrew and pushed again. My hand went straight in this time and she groaned in pleasure so I punched her inside as I fisted her.‘Fuck me, Fuck. I swear, you're as bad as a cat, you little rascal, 'Gaia sent along with a chuckle and a gentle swat on his backend.'OK, ok, I'm going. You're as bad as my own mother, 'Mike returned with good humor.'And just whom do you think she got her patterns from, wise guy?' asked the voice he was beginning to think of as his second Mom.'Oh My Lord, no wonder I could never seem to get away with anything. That was you tipping her off, right?''Got it in one. We Moms have to stick together you know,. I didn’t say anything, though. I find her mild consternation pretty amusing. She’s just going to have to learn to accept it.We took a turn around Old Forge before heading for the campground just outside of town. I’m surprised at how much the town and the surrounding area have grown since I was last there. There are quite a few new and interesting shops and restaurants in town. We’re in no hurry to leave so I intend to visit several of them but my first destination after parking the RV at the. Christina found a security guard on her way to her room. "Hey! I wantyou to find out who's in town for this concert. I know Britney andMandy are here, but is there anyone else?" Christina walked awaybefore the guard could answer."God I love being a star." Christina said as she stepped into herhuge dressing room. It was gorgeous! There was a massive dresser, agiant bed, an enormous mirror spanning half a wall, a minibar. Thedressing room was practically a house. "This is the life.".