Jill had dressed as aprohibition era gangster come pimp, and wore a dark pinstriped suitincluding a fedora hat and false moustache. Jill was wearing a...name-barthat said Johnny Nightwalker; her little play on words to suit theoccasion.Michele and Jill danced awkwardly together to a rock and roll number butsoon the dance floor was full of drunken revellers. Michele and Jillshouted compliments to each other over the loud music; each complimentingthe other about how convincing they looked dressed. And this just happened to coincide with Donna's increase in out-of-home activities – going out with friends at work; assisting a friend of hers with Mary Kay cosmetics parties (and getting a small cut of the hosting fee), and a mothers' walking group.Only with the last of those three activities was Donna able to include Dylan, as she could push him in the jogging stroller we had found at a thrift store along with the other young mothers and their babies in the group. The other two activities. The look of absolute desire and longing turned her on like nothing else. She didn’t care about the track suits, the long unkempt hair, the stubble on their chubby jowels, she just wanted cock.She moaned ever so slightly as she sat back on the lounge and felt their hands instantly slide over her tits and around her pussy. She flung her head back in delight as Kyle slid a finger down into her pussy and rubbed her moist slit.“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, “That does feel good.”“Mmmm, sure does,” Sharon. Make it happen. Hands up." Ok, but I don't kn... Oh, SHIT that hurt. FUCK!" It's okay, sugah. I pulled that punch. Now hands up again. Concentrate." Concentrate? Concen... FUCK! Now my other hand is killing me." CONCENTRATE! Not on the pain. Concentrate on blocking me. Ya block me."Phillip knew he was getting mad, but he didn't care, this was crazy, standing here letting a mutant whose hands feel like she is hitting him with a steel bar punch his hands. Fine. She wanted him to concentrate, he.