Do..."She paused and turned to face me. "Now the shirt," she panted. "Before you ass-fuck me!" I slid my hands up her shirt, and Megan groaned "Tear m... shirt off too!"I grinned as I took hold of the neckline and gave it a good rip. I tore her shirt between her nice tits and stroked them with my thumbs as I pulled the gash down. I reached forward and bit through the straps over her arms, tearing those one by one. Then I tossed the useless piece of material over my shoulder."Now you're ready," I. I walked up the hill look at some of the ladies walking by always love the power dressed types or more formal dresses though I do have a liking for Goth types as well. Up the hill and through the park sitting for a while watching life go by. Passing me by was a woman around mid forties and slightly curvy she dropped her hand bag and the contents spilled, i volunteered some help and her things had s**ttered quite a way. She looked at me and said “thank you” I replied “a pleasure to help Miss” . Mike shuffled back into the lounge to discover his mother sobbing into her handkerchief. He sat next to her on the sofa and put his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off with a simple shake of her head as she brought her hand to her mouth as though she was about to vomit. The litany of abuse continued in the hallway, his father venting his anger and rage at Lauren’s helpless boyfriend. He had never heard his father use such language, assuming up until that point that he didn’t even. ’ Renee and Paul had talked about his writing before they had joined Tina and Dale, but to get away from the sad subject of death and dying, she asked, ‘So how is your new story coming along?’ He smiled at her in appreciation and said, ‘Slowly, but that’s how it always is when I’m getting into a new project. I’m happy with how it’s shaping up though.’ ‘Good.’ That broke the spell of sadness and their evening of dinner and drinks ended on a much happier note. As Paul and Renee left, she told him.