Although neither knew much about the business side of the film business, they thought that films were often previewed in the Hollywood vicinity, but t...ey didn’t think a preview would be in a place like Beverly Hills.They decided to wear Levi’s and since Brad was wearing his sweatshirt from Berkeley, Kim wore hers from Cal Tech. They knew the Douglases were planning to attend with Lisa along with others from the film, but they had also decided not to attend together.Arriving at the theater, they. " I was defeated. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I mumbled, tears rolling down my face. Humiliated by my own husband. "I can't hear you." he shouted at me. "I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut." "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside. I sent some thoughts Mum’s way. She leaned down to give me a kiss on the mouth as well. But her kiss pushed the boundaries of a typical mother son kiss. The next one allowed my mother to dynamite those boundaries to smithereens.Mum’s tongue licked around my lips. I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. I liked it. Our lips remained meshed together as Mum inserted her tongue into my mouth seeking my own tongue.A glance in Melissa’s direction indicated she thought this was an erotic scene but she. He loved taking me to bed and having me nurse on his granddaddy dick for a long time before rolling me onto my stomach and climbing up onto me so his body weighed me down and he stuck his hard prick up my ass and started biting my neck and shoulders. He made these really hot groaning sounds in my ear that gave me chills as he pumped over and over into my hot asshole. It was funny, because I’d think of the way he’d fuck me and then laugh thinking to myself “It’s elegannnnt” with his voice in.