She turned to Len and said, "Tell us your new name, young lady." "Betty Bristols," he replied. "A-a-a-h-h!" The three girls screamed together. "That i... so good." "This fantastic looking woman..." "with a voice like a hairy-arsed plumber!" "A-a-a-h-h!" Len looked at them, slowly coming to the realisation that things, once again, were not going as he'd expected. "But there must be something I can do about the voice," he said. "There's a little pack of capsules in the kit," Lindsay explained,. "Don't worry, Grandpa, we'll get a good come out of you for Mom!" She lubed up her finger, pulled Patrick's leg out and up, and wormed her finger into his crack, looking for his anus. Finding her target, she started working her finger in, bringing a gasp and a jerk from him. When she had her finger as far in as she could, she curled it up and started moving it around. Not knowing exactly what she was doing, she encountered a lump she hoped was his prostate, and stroked it with her fingertip.. But with new independence, comes new joys. Chapter 1: Beer StainsShe was plump with a lovely face; sitting alone in the dim, almost creepy corner of the bar right up near an old worn-out dartboard that seemed utterly abandoned; beautiful woman, looked sleepy, maybe even lonely; maybe she was bored with life; her phone was dark and her beer was full and she was just gazing ahead, ignoring life just like me. I sat two stools away; just us hidden in a dimly lit corner among murky wooden walls in. Her leg came up and wrapped around his leg. His hand wrapped around her thigh lifting it higher. “You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “How dirty?” Miranda’s hand came between them and gripped his cock through his jeans. “Find out.” With a low growl he released her and turned her towards the door. Then raised her arms above her head and pulled her hips back. “Don’t you fucking move.” “No,” she whispered. He lifted her dress over her hips and around her waist showing that what he.