On my way home, I noticed a familiar pick-up truck following me. He really looked like the one that almost ran me over the previous evening. I sped up...a bit, and the truck followed suite. Damn! It was way heavier and more powerful than my van. At one moment, I cut in front of another vehicle and turned right. The pick-up truck didn’t turn either because it wasn’t following me or because it couldn’t take the sharp turn in the traffic. Soon I was back heading toward home. When I turned on my. ‘Excuse me.’ ‘I only know because a friend of mine once dated him, and she explained to me that Justin has the rules when it comes to sex.’ ‘Rules?’ ‘For one, he likes to be in total control. At all times. As far as my friend could tell me, its not a turn on for him to hurt the person he is with, but he likes having all the power and along with that, he never allows a woman to see him naked.’ ‘Oh.’ She nodded, trying to pretended she understood, when she didn’t, while, at the same time,. I was now slobbering all over Bill’s rampant prick as the tramp fingered me, in all honesty I was living it.“Go on, finger the slut, she’s up for anything”I heard Bill say to the tramp.The next thing I felt something scraping the inside of my thighs and my snatch.The unshaven tramp was licking my twat and his unshaven face scraping the inside of my legs was delicious.The tramp got his tongue right up my hole, the feeling has his bristles rubbed my fanny lips was taking me over the top.My legs. Could Ken have been wrong, could Tony have seen them together last night before he entered the house, seen them making love on the very cushions on which mother and son now satTony said, "I've got a lot of things on my mind tonight Mom, that's all. I made a big decision today." You did?" Bette said, eager to draw him out of the shell he seemed to be in. "What kind of decision, son?"Tony reached into his pocket, produced a tiny square box--a jeweler's box. He flipped the top open with his.