Ruth and her friends used the money to support all kinds of women's programs and especially, to bail Margaret Sanger out of jail or to pay her many fi...es, This is a true story. Didn't your mom ever tell you about..> "Nope, I think my mom and her mom fought a lot." "Oh sweet Lord Jesus, did they. Your mom wanted to be a singer and Ruth thought that was a big waste of time and energy. Even worse, she thought it was "counter-revolutionary"! She wanted your mom to be more of a political radical. I’ve had her come to my office several times. Of course, there’s the time I took her on my desk with the door unlocked. She was looking back at the door the entire time, wondering if someone was going to come in on us.Once I had her giving me a blowjob under my desk when a client came in. I had planned it that way. She tried to be silent and not be noticed, but I had other plans for her. When I came down her throat, I had her come out from under the desk, exposing herself to the client. After I. "I'm fine, really. It's getting better. Slowly, but it's getting better." He grinned at her. "I have two daughters, they're both grown up now, but about now they'd have been doing homework."Nita met his eye. "They don't give very much homework. Sometimes Lydia thinks I'm fibbing when I say I don't have any, but it's true. My teacher says we should use our time at home how we want, not how she wants."Lydia met Denny's eyes over her sister's head. Both of them had looks of disgust on their. I wrapped one arm around her waist as I plowed my cock into her sopping pussy. It still took four good thrusts to bury myself in her."Fuck...she is so tight," I thought as I began to roughly fuck her.I was losing some of my control, fucking her harder and harder, as the feel of her gripping, tight pussy was intoxicating. I kneaded and squeezed her little ass cheeks as I pumped into her, imagining how it would feel to fuck that little ass, as I listened to her moans."Oh god...oh god...oh god...".