"I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't your first lay, was she?" No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I've had ...our others since. But you know--I always pretended they were you. I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the cunt I wanted most, your cunt." How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't hate me last night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes, and with Stella, too?" Hate you? How could. Slowly her orgasm subsided, leaving her a breathless and panting slumped in the chair. After a short while she released my head. "Wow that was fantastic." She grinned down at me.Reluctantly I sat back on my heels. My face was sore and felt bruised from the abuse it had just taken. But it was the best experience I had ever had and I wasn't going to complain."As a special treat for being such a good doggy why don't you take your cock out and bring yourself off for me while I watch." She. They were shooting baskets on acourt outside the local junior high school, which Danielle, as "Daniel,"had once attended, before, according to his parents, they'd sent him tolive with his aunt and uncle to "keep him away from the wrong crowd."School officials had discovered drugs in one of the student's lockers,and this had been just the opportunity "Daniel's" parents had beenlooking for to get rid of their son so that their "niece," as theyintroduced their daughter to others, so they wouldn't. Com)Julia picked up another glass of champagne as she glanced around theroom. "Pompous assholes," she thought to herself, taking a sip of the drink,watching the endless parade of rich old men arm in arm with their trophy wives. Julia hated these functions and cringed at the mere mention of attendingone. It was her duty, however, as her husband expected her to be there hanging off his arm like all the other fake plastic gold diggers that frequented fundraisers such as this one. "Julia, dear,".