That He wants to hear... "whatduh fuck yew won't... yew teasin' white bitch?... whut yew need?"...and your resolve is now weakened... and almost... co...pletelyshattered...but still... you're trying... your very best... to holdfirm... but... then again... you've already come this far... without asevere beating... just several hard... loud and cracking... brutalPimp slaps... across your white face... so... you might as well... goall the way... or at least... as far as you can... or have to.... I just sat there shaking my head while the exam finished, and Marilyn got dressed. Marilyn was ecstatic about the idea of twin girls. I just shook my head in disbelief. At one point, she got so bubbly, I had to ask, “So, who’s the father? There’s never been twins in the Buckman family!”“You bastard!” she laughed. “There have been a few in the Lefleurs.”“Yeah? You guys have also been known to marry your cousins!”She gave me another raspberry for that one. “These are all yours!” I was told. She. She lifted one leg to kneel on the bed as I caressed her ass. My hand found its way down her hip, over her lone garter, down the thigh high to the white nylon covering her perfect pedicured toes. Any man that says thigh highs aren't the sexiest thing on a woman is a liar. She pushed me to my back and straddled my chest, holding me down with her hands at the shoulders. Her head rolled back with a deep, slow moan as she ground her pussy lips about my stomach. She left a path of moisture as she. “Well, pardon me, but we haven’t been to town in three weeks and a man has needs,” Pete replied, trying desperately to defend himself. “Well, so do I, but I don’t do it when I know there’s a chance of someone walking into the tent.” Ginger told him, walking into the tent, “You didn’t get any on my blanket did you?” Pete looked around, trying to clean up his mess, “No, I don’t think so.” “God, Pete, just keep it in your pants,” Ginger said, getting under her blanket. Pete looked over at Ginger..