Need me to pick up anything,” he asked.“No, I think we’re good.”“Alright see you in a few.”TJ came through the door with visible frustrati...n on his face. He lugged his backpack and duffel bag to his room. “Good game,” Tristaca called out. The thirteen year-old virtually ignored her and kept walked. She wondered where her sweet angel of a son and gone and why this elusive teenage imposter had inhabited his body.“Tacos,” stated Terrance.“Yeah,” smiled Tristace.“Awesome,” replied the elementary. She knew better than to argue the toss here."However, I might just have a solution to both our problems." Problems, sir?" Yes, problems. You think the typing pool is beneath you; I don't want some sort of bolshie troublemaker in my midst. I can't sack you, although heaven knows I'd love to, so I'm going to reassign you. Something a bit more... interesting. I gather you speak Mandarin." Yes, sir. My nurse was Chinese and I picked it up from her," Vera replied, wondering where this was. The man fucking her face started grunting, thrusting harder and harder until she felt the familiar taste of cum in her mouth, and it dripped hot and wet down her throat. She took a gasping breath when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, but it was hardly a second before another quickly replaced it. Three men fucked her like a whore, pulling her, squeezing her. Their grunts and moans were making her feel sick to her stomach. The pain in her ass had subsided some, and the feeling of her ass and. I snagged two of those. I plucked up a flannel pair of boy shorts, and then found a racy red delight that was almost a thong in the back.“Look, Mom, cheekies,” I said, holding the back up to her. The cloth that would cover the top part of my rump was lacy. “Your butt would be hanging out of those,” Mom said, her cheeks blushing bright. She glanced at me, this distant look in her eyes. Was she picturing me in them?“Mmm, I know,” I said. “They're called cheekies. Almost a thong, but in the front,.