Stone staggered back from the bed. His dick rolled toone side and flopped over in surrender. “Shit Traci,” hesighed, “an orgasm hasn...#8217;t cost me that much money sincemy honeymoon.” He stuffed his wilted penis back into hispants. “But it was worth every penny of it.” Mr. Stonewobbled a bit as he left the room. Traci barely heard him. Ritchie had started something andshe was going make him stick to it. She wrapped her legsaround his head and rode him to. Folsom glanced over his shoulder at Splint to see him washing something in the sink, but he couldn’t determine what it was from this angle.DeMarcus spoke to get Folsom’s attention back on him, “You got any suggestions on what I should do with that bitch out there?”“Do you even know who she is or what she was doing at Wallace’s cabin?” Folsom asked.DeMarcus nodded and answered, “Her name is Michelle Anderson. She’s a senior agent with Immigration and Customs Enforcement, and apparently, she is. Your groans, so audible as his tongue sent a shiver through you. Your mouth worked busily, your fingers massaging his balls. A finger stroked his ass. He bucked. He liked it. He liked your finger as it slid into his ass. He followed. His finger slipped into your ass. ‘Yesss’ you growled as his finger slammed in tight.‘Oh my God, Miranda, that’s so good, finger my ass’ he groaned as your finger, like his, sank in deep.Control, you had total control. He was in your control.His tongue worked,. All I've ever said to myself is that I want a daughter tomother and to love! I'd never enroll a daughter of mine in a beautypageant. They're grossly exploitative. But if the judges saw youthrough my eyes, Kirk, you'd be sure to win Miss USA because mydaughter is by definition the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Even so, I understand your concerns and your fears. You're a teenagernow and teens are never satisfied with their appearance. They alwayswant to have their breasts.