'Look at you little girl, you are a very naughty little girl aren't you?' Wendy wanted to punch this patronising little bitch right in the mouth. How ...are she speak to her like this. She was old enough to be her mother. She ignored her Dorm Mothers question, until she felt a sharp slap across her now bare bottom. 'I asked you a question naughty girl, what are you?' Wendy gritted her teeth and answered as civil as she could. 'I'm a naughty girl' This was met with another sharp slap across her. "Ah, ah, oh my." Annie moaned as she came. "You are my BIG brother aren't you?" "Don't go." Jake said trying to stop her. "Why can't they hear me?"As Annie walked up the steps she couldn't hear the soft sound move up out of Jake's mouth. "Annie." The phone woke Brenda up early the next morning. "Mom. It's me Page. I can come over today and help with Jake if you want. I have some sick time from my job." No. Don't use your sick time. We might need it later. Go to work and stop by later tonight to. But I do know that I awoke in my own bed sometime late on the Sunday afternoon. And in one piece, but with a hangover that beats all the others I've ever had, before or since.Exactly where, the "Ladies Changing Room" sign, the pair of frilly ladies panties - or the yellow reflective jacket with the words Metropolitan Police printed across the back of it - came from, I have no idea. The Jacket, I ditched a bit sharp-ish; the sign still hangs in my garage at home. The knickers? God only. The ad said he was looking for a couple to have sex with. Eve picked his ad because of the picture of his nine-inch cock; it was also six inches around. She was leaning towards him with her hand on his thigh inching towards his crotch. His hand was already under her dress, probably stroking her cunt. Eve was 45 and loved fucking guys in their 20s, “I just love men with huge cocks,” she said. “That was really your picture, right?” “Absolutely, go ahead and grab it.” She did. “Feels pretty big,.