“The dog may have been the reason for the car to swerve, but...”“The dog is the reason it happened in the first place,” the therapist corrects... “If that driver hit it, he would never have served and hit your mother. Do you hate Sandy?”“No,” he says.“No, you don’t,” she says.He opens his mouth, ready to divulge what happened with the dog before he fucked Marian and his thoughts that followed after that. Instead, he says, “So you want to go back to the beginning?”Kennedy smiles and releases his. Black Bottom did exist but I have no idea about know, but it was just as bad as I say it was, and worse.So take a minute are read BeerMakers Story and then mine will make sense.My name is Stanley Oliver Smith but everyone called me "Bubba." I got that name when my older sister by five years, Karen, had a problem saying brother and got a little tongue tied when she said it so Karen started calling me "Bubba." I was born in 1981 and Karen was born in 1976.You probably remembering reading about me. "Get out of here."She snatched up her purse and shoes, backing up to the door as though afraid her being released was only another cruel joke on their part. "You'll do what you promised? You'll destroy that evidence you made up?"Not even Brian could completely resist the pleading look in the woman's eyes. "Yes, I'll delete the entire file of your 'embezzlement'. But," he looked at her through narrowed eyes, "You try to make anything of our little love fest afternoon and I swear you'll end up in. Thank god for these tight ass coach seats, I thought, as he squeezed pass me, his arms brushing across my double D’s. My nipples hardened immediately due to the brief contact. I caught a whiff of his cologne when he brushed past me. It smelt so musky and sensual that my knees immediately got weak and my pussy began to moisten.He stored his carry on under the seat and pulled out his Kindle and put it in the pouch in front of him. Oh god please let him start up a conversation with me, I thought..