I looked at it then back at my dad in confusion."Read the front page you fucking sissy," he yelled.I could not help it and I started to cry, why he wa... so mad at me. Heseemed ok last night. Mom, bless her soul, spoke up for me. "James don't you dare call Nicolea sissy. We don't even know why she was dressed that way last night."I regained my composure. "I'm sorry for hurting you; I just needed timeto figure things out. That is why I dressed up last night and went out.I needed to know I. She hesitated too long after setting the camera on the tripod, and Susan excused herself first.While Susan was in the bathroom, Jeanette got the tape loaded and hooked up the small microphone that would go onto Donna's v-neck shirt. As Jeanette stood over Donna it allowed her see those heaving mounds up close and it aroused Jeanette considerably."Your breasts are so ... lovely, Donna. You must've your pick of any partner you want," said Jeanette as she imagined what her huge tits must feel like. " I could only nod at her answer."How about you?" she asked.I thought about the Harvard Chink when I said, "Obviously not enough, there are plenty more that need it." There will always be men who need killing," she said. "Some people think we should not be judge and executioner, but sometimes that is what we have to be. Simply because there is no one else who can, or will do it. " she said and I just nodded my agreement."I should get back to it. Let me go see what Lucas has learned?" I left. She pulls her mouth away breathless and with shining lips coated in drool and her own pussy. I place my hand over yours as she recoils. My other hand slips around your arm and guides it to the back of her head urging you to grab her hair. My whisper of one word in your ear. “Again” But this time I continue…. “Harder baby, here…. let me show you how.” One arm on your forearm, the other at your wrist as I push your fingers back into that whore’s mouth with the same casual sportsmanship of a man.