He says as he pulls Karen and Nancy under each of his shoulders. “…he’ll leave us lots of free time to have fun!”“So I can make him do anyt...ing?” Karen inquires, suddenly liking the idea.“Until he proves he’s a father worthy of your family. Then yes.”“And I don’t have to do laundry or clean my room anymore?” Nancy asks, gleefully.“Nope. Your father is going to do all that for you. He’ll take care of whatever you need. So what do you say Teddy boy? Do you want a job?”“The job?” Ted. Eventually he was thick and hard enough to mount, and I removed the heavy duffel coat, raised a leg over him and guided myself onto him and let it sink deep inside. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I could feel his cock behind my belly button, he really was all the way in.I began by clenching my buttocks, squeezing him then moving ever so slowly, I wanted to fuck without disturbing him, and I controlled my actions and began slowly building, that dreaded feeling every girl as she fucks a. Then he repeated it, running to theother side of the stage, before letting the shirt fall to the ground.Turning again away from the crowd, he bent over, and suggestively graspedthe top of his skirt, swaying his bum. Pretending he did not receive theproper response, Dylan ran over and repeated his actions on the otherside of the stage, then in the middle. Drawing it out, the drum and basspounding away, the crowd shouting for him to take it off, Dylan waited.Finally, he reached downwards, grabbed. Twenty minutes later thevocals got interesting. Xtreme: Stop! Stop! (Ow! Ow! OW!) Too much! Too much! LADYSCARLET: Do you really want me to turn off the hoses? Xtreme: If it pleases you. (Ahh!) (Ooo!) LADYSCARLET: It doesn't. I'll be back in a minute. Xtreme: No! Don't leave?Please! Don't! Don't! LADYSCARLET: Are you begging me to stay? Xtreme: Yes! Yes! Oh! God! (Ahh! Oh! Oh!) LADYSCARLET: How lovely! How precious! Lady Scarlet took the bucket and left. Presumably the camera man or womanwas.