Of course I’d want it. What woman wouldn’t want a big, hard young cock like that in her pussy? But could I do it? I don’t know. I suppose if...it was under the right circumstances I might… if I was hot enough. But would he want to fuck me… his own mother?” Ann mused. DING! A reply had arrived already. When I opened it here’s what it said: Hi! My wife thinks you look a lot like my mother. She’s teasing me asking me if I’d want to be a “mother fucker!” Ha. I told her it would be fun. She. Her ten seconds seemed to drag on, as she tried to move in some strange tribal dance. It was disjointed and off putting. Finally, her time elapsed, she raised her hands in the air and yelled, "Whooo!" She then ran straight from the dance floor to the bar, obviously having only participated for the free booze. The meter didn't move. There were several girls like that, just in the contest for free drinks; but lots of them were obviously trying to compete. I'm sure several were looking forward to. By the time we got to our stop I had two fingers sunk to the knuckles in my vagina while the tip of another had wormed its way into my anus. I staggered from the train blindly, trying to keep my clothes in place. Reika just giggled and even said ‘dirty girl’ when I told her what had happened. The next day I insisted on taking a different route and Reika reluctantly agreed though it would take longer. ?But on Mondays we will take this route,? she insisted. I submitted thinking that once a. We started out with news of a riot at Fashion Mountain Mall. The reports were about something had occurred right after the interdiction field of a Confederacy pickup dropped. In a surprise twist we received a phone call from one of the targets of the mob's anger. Once we put this still unnamed person on the air our phone system was flooded with calls. We have asked, and the still mysterious caller has agreed, to open up a debate with the other callers. Caller number one, are you still there?"I.