"Well, as you can tell from the end of Chapter 9, Tara's plan didn't keep her from getting a load of Armand McCarthy's cock-sauce up her ass.But she d...d succeed in getting Preston fired. Armand was waiting for Preston after the town meeting, and when the couple got to their car, Armand told Preston he was fired, and why. (But he didn't tell Preston how he knew, for which Tara was grateful.)Tara wouldn't speak to her husband on the drive home. As it was, her breasts were experiencing a. Minium length of chapters are 2 paragraphs-10 coherent sentences.No hard BDSM.Owner and creator of this story reserves the right to approve or not a particular chapter even if that one doesn’t break any of the previous mentioned rules.No underage sex, teenager characters ONLY can have ENF adventures or something like that, no sex, blowjob, etc.After saying the general and expandables rules (I can add more rules if I feel necessary), here goes the list of fictional universes and characters that. One of the things I remembered dramatically from the summer of ‘72 were the school visits I made that summer. The first visit I was to make was to the University of Rochester (accepted) and then Syracuse University (not impressed.) Both were to be done the weekend of June 23-25, which just happened to be the same days that Hurricane Agnes came ashore and ran straight up the Chesapeake Bay, ripped north up the Susquehanna River valley, and died in western New York. Dad insisted we all drive up,. " Oh, must you, darling?" she asked, dismayed.Jake sounded surprised. He often worked late-at least, that's what he told his wife-and she had never protested before. He said: "Well, yeah... I really should, honey." Well, if you have to," she said sadly."Is anything wrong?" he asked, sounding a bit suspicious."No, I just miss you," she said.I miss your prick, she thought. I want you to fuck the ass off me, and I want to blow you and I... well, no, maybe I don't want you to suck my cunt today,.