The divorce was very painful for her at first, but she seemed to take it well later on. She gave all her support to her loving mom. This was the only ...eason why Cindy continued to fight life itself. Debbie was the only reason why she didnt just end all her misery. Cindy was a lovely blonde woman with breasts that would pop the eyes of any man. Her buns were very nicely shaped thanks to constant exercise. She would often stand in front of the mirror and admire herself. She knew what a knockout. The drunk was still writhing on the floor with his hands between his legs. She gripped the twenty dollar bill in her clenched fist and hastened down the street. Pay attention, dummy, she reminded herself as her eyes darted right and left.Matilda couldn't refrain from sighing in relief when she entered the supermarket. She fondled the money in her hand and decided to buy more than milk. Her father would probably slap her around, but she was used to that. Then again, he might be so stoned he. I caught a look at my own face as he bore down hard on me and came deep into me, my mouth forming a perfect, if trembling, 'O' around the gag.The second and third fucks were nicer, and feeling their legs rub against mine through the sheer stockings was heaven. I closed my eyes and enjoyed them pounding me until they came deep within me. I was expecting a fourth load, but as it turned out, I was going to have to work for. Believe me, there was a lot of car to wax. You could probably put one of today's cars in the trunk of that thing. I even got the narrow white walls spotless.I remember my first real drive in the thing. I picked up my friend Jimmy Miller and we drove it down the main drag through town. It had the Borg-Warner four speed and the beast had so much torque it could spin the wheels in second gear for about a mile. Well, one wheel anyway. Those were the days before positraction. I could lay single.