And I must admit, it does give them the shimmer of naturalism, the throb of authenticity. You son of a bitch. And I couldn’t help but be amused by �...�your” character. I take some pleasure in knowing that you thought those things about me, about us… I only wished you had expressed them as willingly and lovingly as your fictional stand-in managed to. Or did you not really think them at the time, only make them up later, in the dizzying hothouse of fuckstory writing? Did you really find me. I shoved it all the way in just as hard as I could. I had her off balance enough so that she had to hold onto the car to keep her balance. I butt fucked my ‘trophy wife’ and cum deep in her rectum as she cried real tears.When I didn’t pull my cock out, Shellie said that she would do as I wanted but that she would NOT let her son Billy fuck her.I pulled her dress up off of her, making her naked except for her heels and her jewelry, I then grabbed a good handful of her thick blonde hair, and then. Apparently that fifth time was perfect. My sister and I had not done anything like that since we were kids. It was kind of fun.Then we filmed what I had expected of an X-rated commercial. A series of naked good-looking men had been selected for me to introduce myself too, to give hugs too, and to look down as if I were admiring their penises. They were not filmed below the waist as I had been. It was a shame too because a couple of those men could certainly draw a woman’s attention.I got to. There weren't manypeople around when we stepped out of the car, but I still saw some ofthem point when they saw me. We made it inside the building lobby withoutanyone approaching us, though.Inside, we were met by a receptionist sitting at her desk. She looked tobe in her early twenties, and her face lit up when she saw me and I evenheard her squeal."Hi," Dad said. I could see the small smile he had as he watched herreaction. "We're here to see Judy Kirkland." Yes," the girl replied, showing her.