I asked my dad how long hehad known Janet, and he said he just met her this morning.He said I should start calling her mom, since she would bemy mom t...morrow. But having just turned 16, there was noway in hell I was going to call her my mom. I already had amother, and it wasn't her. It was too bad my mom wasn'there; she'd put an end to this nonsense.I could never understand why my dad divorced my mom. I knewmy mom had been convicted of corporate fraud and sentencedto 5 years in prison. But I. " That's right, Soamesey... I know you love your precious little Bronte, but I've got it all under control." Trixie grinned, and opened the back door, kicking Bronte onto the snow covered deck. Thankfully, the sleeting had stopped, but it was a cold February of about nine degrees.Trixie tossed Ed his belt and grabbed a long piece of fiberglass. Soames had seen it the night before, recognizing it as a former fishing rod, and wondered what it was doing out there...but now he was beginning to. She started smearing lube across your virgin arse, pumping her cock with her fist to spread the gel thickly over its surface. You moaned and struggled but I didn't let go of you, and wrapped my stockinged legs around you tightly. I told you to relax and let it happen, that it would take you to a place you never dreamed of. She wasn't very patient, and you squealed as she put the head of the large strap on cock against your arse. I kept the slow rhythm of our fucking and stared straight into. "Wow," she muttered. "Yeah," he said, his hand still in her crotch. Emily smiled at him, genuinely happy for the first time in weeks, as she swung her leg over the bike and slid to the ground. She kissed him again, tickled by the lust she saw in his eyes. She had wondered what his cock would taste like. "I want to suck you," she said. Without a word, Mike slipped his jacket off and lay it on the ground. Emily lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Mike stepped forward, his cock.