Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving acr...ss town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the circumstance was inappropriately dangerous, she always said yes.The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too. He closed his eyes, as if he expected to receive some sort ofinvisible signal from the yarn."Yes." Martin hissed the final letter. "It is sooooo communicative."Drawing out words was the assistant's verbal eccentricity. I imagined thetwo of them having a long conversation, with select words being variouslyspoken louder or elongated. My attention was diverted, however, as Martinwiggle-walked to the door and opened it."Come in, everyone," he sing-songed. "We are now ooooopen."No, no, no. . And I heard her voice she asked me softly “do you like playing with my boobs?” My eyes were still closed and I was still shivering with fear. She softly touched my cheeks and asked again. She told me to open my eyes by this time my fear was reduced. She got up now she was sitting next to me. She pulled me up and I was also sitting now. My head was still down and my eyes closed. Then she ordered in a loud voice to open my eyes. I opened my eyes but was still looking down. She pulled my head up. He pushed her back against the seat, pulled down her dress, revealing the heavy and sagging tit, pulled down her panties, pushed her thighs apart and muttered. “Fuck you are hairy, but I love a hairy cunt”, he then thrust and her backside lifted and her gasp was quite loud, hopefully no body heard it. The fucking was rough, he rammed and ravished her but she responded, working in rhyme to the pumping that she was experiences. He blew with a thrust that lifted her backside and her vocal response.