It was that comment that had decided him on using her, otherwise he might have found someone that he didn’t know at all, but he’d rather get himse...f the girl who had said something about it. A little token of revenge for him to savor, even if she never actually knew. ‘What’s up Henry?’ she asked as he approached, not even looking up from whatever notes she was copying. Without replying he sprayed the perfume straight at her, ‘WHA-?’ she chocked as the spray enveloped her head, going through. One other particular interest of mine is body-writing. If you haven't explored this fetish, I strongly recommend it. I remember seeing one transvestite, bound, gagged, tied with words like "whore", "sissy", "cunt", "bitch", written on her body in permanent magic marker It was photos like these that I would collect and save on the hard drive on my computer. My collection is vast, and since I live alone, I simply keep this on my hard drive or on compact disc, as I have no worries of others using. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around that wonderful cock buried into my bowels.“Mom, Mom!” my daughter moaned. She lay beneath me, staring up at me with such lust in her eyes. “Oh, that's it, Mom! That's it. Just keep ramming that girl-cock into me.”“You like that?” I asked, leaning down further. I pressed my boobs into her little titties.“Don't you like my pussy, Mom?” she asked then grinned at me. “Mmm, Christine's going to be so jealous. I did something first.”I smiled, thinking about. However there was something enigmatic about all the Jack-son’s and she had enjoyed giving Aaron his tennis lessons loving the way he was so polite, always calling her Mrs. Harris despite her insisting he could call her Stella, after all he was 20. In addition most of her friends in the community had commented about the fact they had been over to the Jackson’s for coffee once or twice and she felt her standing as number 1 in the community was under serious threat.Meanwhile over at the Jackson.