Usually. Maybe six if there's a good movie on. I hated those kinds of questions.Do I get angry often? Hmmmm ... What's often mean? No.When I get angry... do I express it or keep it inside? Heh! Both!How many good friends do I have? Like three or, nah. Just one good one.Blah Blah Blah...Fifty questions like that and I answered them pretty quickly. Most of them I'd seen before anyway, on other questionnaires, and I mostly tried to tell the truth. I finished just before Dr. Chase came back. She had. It was dripping wet as she felt the vibrations around her pussy lips . Then just when she had given up all hope there was movement on the bed, she willed the stranger to take the vibrator out saying “please..please” in a muffled cry. Her pussy ached, but was once again the lips were being pulled open this time a rather large cock made its way inside spreading her pussy. She started moaning almost instantly as the cock slid in, she couldnt believe how big and thick it was!. It filled every. ”“Okay,” I said, my heart hammering in my chest. I felt so scared. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. I was supposed to win my bet with my brother handily today. He thought he could seduce our Mom before I could get Daddy’s cock in me. I even let him have a head start.It was supposed be easy. I needed to win this bet. I wanted to beat my smug brother and take his car. Then I would drive him around. It would be so much fun. He’d have to watch me have Daddy’s child, too, knowing it could. .Another reason people might think we shouldn't get married." Well know this," Grandma Irene says, wiping a tear from her eye. "Thosepeople are WRONG. The two of you deserve nothing but all the happinessin the world." ...Thanks," I sniff, wiping away a tear of my own as Sarah and Iexchange another round of hugs with the grandparents."...We REALLY should get changed," I laugh, gesturing to the receptionarea where several young mothers are sat with their dancewear-cladtoddlers on their laps..