"Ma'am you're obviously extremely distraught. Why don't you relax amoment and we'll see if we can straighten this out," Agent D said."Miss Thatcher, t...is is a real comfortable chair. Do you like yourcoffee with cream and sugar?" Agent C asked."Both" Jeri and Jeanette said simultaneously.Jeri stood with her hand touching her stinging cheek. Tears glistenedin her eyes and leaked down her cheeks. Her face looked like her heartwas breaking. She wanted to leave."Darling, why don't you have a seat. Groß, muskulös, kurze blonde Haare. Kampfsportlerin. Sie hatte schon in der Grundschule mit Judo angefangen und trainierte mittlerweile irgendwelche japanischen Kampfsportarten, von denen ich keine Ahnung hatte. Jedenfalls wollte sich keiner mit ihr anlegen, auch keine Jungs. Sie zogen hinter ihrem Rücken zwar regelmäßig über sie her, waren am Ende des Tages aber froh, wenn sie sich gut mit ihr verstanden. Im Grunde war sie sehr friedvoll. Ausgeglichen, wie die meisten Kampfsportler. Man durfte. So that became my philosophy. I just wrote everyday, worked in my garden, read and believed one day the right woman would walk into my life when I least expected it.”“That’s so cool,” Megan said, looking at me and smiled, our eyes exploring each others eyes as we looked intently at each other, both of us thinking. She leaned back, running her fingers through her dark curly hair, causing her turtle neck shirt to strain against her tits. Her nipples stood out like little peaks. Looking at her. ..” I sighed and groaned on the screen as my mother rode me, her hips twisting and turning. Her breasts were swaying and bouncing with her motions.I saw mom’s hips shuddering when I came, and my own hands holding tightly onto them. It really was a special feeling to be able to be close like that at least once in your life. I heard my own voice groaning deep and saw my toes curling. A close-up showed my balls throbbing and bombing their contents into the womb where they belonged. The.