Tom noticed a few makeshift musical instruments come out and they started to play. Tom watched as it turned into a party again. They were drinking the...punch, talking and dancing. Tom suspected that Nana was refilling the punch, and thought it was a good idea. When he looked, he was sure that he saw her dancing with a big man that was so black that if he wasn't smiling you would lose sight of him. Tom shook his head and headed inside.John was waiting for him. "The time and place are set." Tom. She was so horny she could slide down a flag pole.A fresh cock was staring at her. She said, “what you going to do with that”? He said, “Any damn thing you want!” So she flopped on her back on the bed and shouted “give it to me.” Damn and did he. He slid in 6 inches (and there is nothing wrong with 6 inches) and started sucking her little tits. “Bite them damn tits.” She declared. He bit so hard she thought the nipple would come off but it really made her cum. He kept fucking her and then he. "I guess my experience with guys hasn't been that great. I have two older brothers who are shits to me. One of them is a flat out sadist." What about your dad?" My father died when I was only three, so I didn't really know him." I'm sorry." Don't be. I can't miss what I never had. He was probably like his sons anyway," she murmured.Brett had his "Eureka" moment. Suzanne was growing up in a home without a father and had poor male role models. "Suzanne, my father is one of the greatest people I. " Robert leaned over and helped untangle her long locks from the brambles. Once free of the tangles he again offered his hand and pulled her lithe frame out of the brush. Tentatively he reached out to help pull leaves and thorns from her dress."Damn bicycle!" Lilliana delicately kicked the wheel as if it were the bicycles fault."I understand that they can be quite skittish creatures those accused machines." The latter was said with more than a touch of humor.Lilliana looked up sharply to make.