She has even told me a number of times what that is, but I am sure she thinks much more. I dress the way I do because I like it, not because I am a sl...t. She may think that someone my age should be with a man, settled down and be the good house-wife. I do go out sometimes, yes. Do I sleep around? Never."What I have told you about only having three men and not for very long at that since my divorce is true. Oh, something I didn't tell you was, I only slept with one of them. I know that is not. She felt his hand pull down the top of her panty hose and a cold finger exploring down the crack of her ass. Debbie's feelings of horror began to turn to pangs of pleasure as she felt herself being violated in front of her husband. She couldn't suppress the moans that started deep inside of her and started to grow louder and louder. This only increased the frenzy of the assault by the men around her."The bitch loves it!", cried one man. Others pressed forward to wait their turn.All of a sudden. .. Brooklyn nothing." No sir. I don't have that in my mind." I've kept a log of my dreams ... my dad is a lawyer. He's notarized each prediction before the fact." No sir ... he won't bet." I'll wire you a thousand dollars ... you bet it on the series ... I'll split the winnings." Wanna bet the Rose Bowl?"I started laughing... "I'll get my dad."I left the room ... ten or fifteen minutes later, my dad came out with an envelope for me to take to the bank. That's all he did ... never spoke a word. "Lose the jacket," she ordered. Silently Kimmie obeyed, standing naked, sobbing, her head hanging down."On the ground. On your back," came the order.As Kimmie complied, Trixie took off her own pants, then straddled the young blonde's face."Gotta take a piss," she said, looking up smiling at the other two.Kimmie's eyes widened in abject horror, but when Trixie reached back, grabbed the girl's youthful breast and squeezed the nipple between her fingernails, Kimmie's mouth flew open in pain."Ah,.