" Oh yeah, like you'd react well if someone dragged you away from your family, your friends -- your children -- telling you 'It's for your own good.' ...hereas if you went to a fundamentalist Muslim country and asked if any women wanted to go to the US, you'd have to beat them off with a stick." Why is it you always have an answer?" Ask yourself 'Why do I always have such simple questions?'" It's wrong what the church does." Ellie, you have to ask yourself: is it out of line with what you permit. Dirty?"Does this help?" I asked, pulling on a helmet. "You'll need to wear a helmet too, ma'am. Try those on the shelf until you find one that fits." I'd rather not. It'll crush my hairdo," soccer mom Lola complained."Sorry, you have to wear a helmet," I insisted. "Our lawyer insists on it. Something about liability insurance." Can I have my money back?" she tried."No," I improvised."Oh, very well," she said, then she peeled her fake Mohawk off of her bald pate and gave it to Erin for safe. I was lucky. He was a good size even semi hard. I took his other hand and put it on my pussy and used a finger to rub my clit. Then I took the same finger and slid it inside my cunt and moved it in and out fucking me with it. I grabbed his dick and stroked it and he moaned and began to move his finger in my cunt on his own. I then stood up and straddled his lap letting my wet cunt slide down his now hard dick. I moved my hips around in a circle and was now fucking him. As I fucked him his hands. ” My hand still pumped frantically between his legs trying to ignite a flame of desire in his largely unresponsive cock as my free fingers drifted down my belly towards my throbbing, demanding clitoris and my voice whined pleadingly on.“Please.” I leant into him; brought my mouth to his, opened myself before him, offered his tongue the opportunity to slide between my lips as my fingers finally found my stiff, wet clitoral nub peeking from beneath his fleshy hood.“Please, Stephen.” He resisted.