I’m not in trouble, am I Dad? I swear I didn’t do anything.”“No, Punkin, you’re not in trouble. Just hang on a second. She will tell you wha... her idea is.”As Jeff and Arlene entered the kitchen, Diana was pouring coffee for them at the small table. As they sat, Diana plopped the grocery pad and pen down and took a sip of coffee while looking at Arlene. “Do you think you could stand Ann being with us permanently?” she asked.Before Arlene could answer, Diana continued, “I need to fill you in on a. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Rub that cunt. Does that feel good? Do your fingers feel good in you?” “Yes…” she moaned softly “Watch the screen- watch her cum.” The girl on the screen’s face was contorted in agony as she begged her torturer to stop, and then her pleas were cut short as she threw her head back and wailed as she was forced to cum yet again. Her eyes locked on the screen, her breath coming quicker as her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her soaking wet cunt. She felt her. I thrust my tongue inside his open mouth and he sucked my tongue with fervor. His hand continued playing with my pussy, alternately twitching my pubic hair and running his fingers along my dripping slit. Finally, I broke the kiss. “We should stop now.” I drew his attention to his limp shaft. “Your friend needs some time to recuperate, before it could plunder your mom’s pussy again.” “What’re we going to do till then?”“Lets go out. I want to roam around the city with you. Lets celebrate our. I nodded. “But, I have a question. How do you know my husband?”“We were inside together,” I said, “at Winslow State.”“Marcus is part of a program my husband here manages,” said Flo, joining the word-a-thon.“Program? The AIDS thing?” she said.“Yes,” said Blue Top.“It’s the Grimes Organization. I just manage it,” I said.“My husband asked mister Grimes to save me, and the big man posited that it would be a good thing to do the same for others,” said Flo.“Save you?” said Berniece.“Yes, he and I, as.