??Aua, nicht, lass sofort meine Haare los.?Jacks Finger hatten Bettis Haar gepackt, er zog sie daran aus der Ecke der Garage, die F??e schleiften hint...r ihr her. Er lie? sie auf den Boden fallen. Betti zog sich hoch, sp?rte den rauen Betonboden unter ihr. Jack gab ihr einen Tritt mit dem Stiefel und sie flog wieder auf den harten Boden zur?ck. Betti wandte sich auf dem Boden wie eine Schlange, sie sp?rte, wie sich ihr H?schen eng in ihre Spalte dr?ckte. Da war keine Neugierde mehr, keine. She always enjoyed his hands upon her skin, but he openly touched her when Esmerelda or Jerry was in company. It made her feel cheap, like some common whore - and was surprised she rather enjoyed the feeling. She was her son's slut, just as he had said. The proof to this statement was when she stole into her son's room, as she often did to wake him, and found him laying naked next to an equally naked Esmerelda. Tim was already awake and motioned for her to continue. Laura prayed the teenage. The saleslady didn't hover, but she was always near enough to be readily available if I had a question. That also meant she was close enough to hear me whispering to Annie when we were discussing patterns and colors. Sometimes we'd get to arguing and forget where we were, and my voice would go up a couple of notches in tone and volume. Two or three times, the lady walked over and asked, "I'm sorry, did you just ask me a question?" Oh, uh, no. Sorry, sometimes I tend to mumble to myself when I'm. . uhhh, darling Annie... uhhhhhh... uhhhh... UUUHHHHHHH!" Lena's screaming reached a deafening level as she hammered the cock in to me and the pad hard against her cunt. There came a long scream, like a cat fighting, Lena's fingers gouged the flesh of my hips as she gripped me fiercely, hammering away at my rear. She fell forwards on top of me, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders. Now she was making short but hard thrusts with her hips, pulling herself onto me, and grunting like an animal.