I rub it with the hand that holds my Capri. If I'm not careful I might spill something.No, tonight I want to make this last!I steel my self with a gla...s of Vodka and another cigarette, loving the lipstick that stays on the filter.I know of a club where gurls like me gather called the Queen Mary and I drive there in a haze of smoke and emotions. It is scary to go out dressed but ultimately sooo exciting! I park in the back and light another VS 120 for my slut walk to the club. I love the sound. Party preparations were in full swing, but with a maid and a houseboy, there wasn’t anything for us to do. Becky and I hung out in the library, played chess, and talked. Then we played pool, and talked a lot more.I really did like her. I couldn’t believe how sweet she was, especially since I had confirmed with a friend of mine at Indian Hill High School that she was considered the biggest bitch in the Freshman class. Someday I was going to talk to her about that, but not today. I didn’t want to. Paul wanted more, wanted her to suffer for the humiliation that she had caused him. He ripped the blanket from the lower half of her body. He turned her on her side to undo the buttons of her skirt. It was a loose expensive fabric, tough and resilient, and quickly frustrated the young man. Turning her on her stomach he pulled the skirt down her long legs. Now the only thing his mother-in-law wore were her panties. Plain cotton white panties. Paul loved them, the way they hugged her bottom, how. I jumped up and zoomed in on her well worked pussy with semen dribbling out of her vagina. I also did a close up of the face of a satisfied woman. I congratulated her on a great performance I shut the filming equipment down for the evening. We both fell asleep quickly as our performance had worn us out. The next morning she reminded me of the tape being erased after a couple viewings. After the next month we watched it several times and the more I saw it I did not want to erase it. I normally.