”“I speak my mind too sir and you sir are entirely repulsive,” she explained.Another vision of loveliness followed into the room, “Victoria,�... Lady Mc explained, “And my eldest Francis.”Bloody hell, her were no oil painting, well if her was it were by a bloody kid wi a bloody hangover. Wi her short hair and scowling face if it hadn't been for her tits you'd have thought she were a bloody bloke“Reet Francis, hedging your bloody bets were you?” I asked.“How so?” Lady Mc asked.“Couldn’t tell if it. "Take me upstairs," Sophie whispered, their lips barely parting. And, before he could overthink what was happening, Rich stood, taking her hand. "Are you okay?" Sophie asked, looking up a Rich, her calves pressing nervously against the foot of her bed. "I am. How are you?" Rich replied, preparing himself for her to say she needed to stop. "I'm good," she replied shyly. "And I know what you're thinking, and, yes, I do want this." For a moment Rich considered his response but knew the only one he. I'm rubbing my pussy hard as your shove that thick organ down my throat! Fuck baby, make me choke me on it, make me gag on it until my face turns bright red. I can almost taste you now...I bob my head faster, sucking you deep into my mouth and swallowing you down my throat. My fingers are strumming my clit so fast I can feel my need to come growing in my core. Oh, fuck, I want to taste your come. Please, don't make me wait! Fill my mouth and I'll come all over my fingers for you...I know you. The act of doing the chore together always gave us some togetherness and an opportunity to talk."I had to take Mel to the plastic surgeon last week. While I was there Mel asked him to look at me for enhancement. He did and even gave me a computer picture of me after he would fix me," Shirley said. "Want to see them?" I see," I said thinking that she had already made up her mind. "Let me see the pictures."Shirley went to the desk there in the kitchen and brought to the table a large brown.