This would expose me to view, but it appeared she was asleep. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my ner...es. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were. ‘Thank you for saving my life,’ I said. In the rearview mirror, I saw her smile. ‘Now what?’ I asked. My heart rate had declined somewhat since the shooting, but it was still well above normal. ‘Take us out of town, out into the desert. I need to interrogate this fucker to see who put him and his buddy up to it.’ She looked behind her. Satisfied that no one was following the car, she added, ‘That was some excitement right there.’ Remembering what I had said in the restaurant, I suddenly felt. You have instead been working as a substitute teacher for the local school district. Its not much and it barely pays the bills so you are really desperate to find a new job at this point.You get home after a tiring work day, you are stressed, and its been over a year since you've gotten laid. You plop down on your couch, turn on your tv, start playing "SchoolGirl Fantasies 4" and start jerking off. You hear a knock at the door. You groan as you get up to get it, leaving the tv on.You open the. Please. I want it. I’m your whore aren’t I? I told you I would be! I’m your whore!” Sarini began bouncing back against me. I pictured Pam’s tight white ass as I fucked Sarini dog-style. I said, “You’re my whore.” “Shoot it in me! Shoot it in me, Mitch! Right now!” Sarini’s heavy tits shook until they heaved up in her face. “Give me that come. Come on now.” I liked the show. It felt like fire in my heart to control.