I was pleased that she tended to dress younger than her age as I really wanted to go for a cute teen look. Rifling through her underwear drawer, I now...knew exactly what I was looking for, having got to know it pretty well by now. A simple, virginal white lace thong and a matching bra were all I felt my pretty teenage persona needed. The thong felt amazing as it encased my already semi-tumescent cock and ran up my ass crack. I stuffed the bra with tissues to give me a little bit of a chest.. His left hand remained free to run softly caressing fingertips everywhere from her knee to her neck. Holding her close, his hardness pulsed against the cleft of her cheeks, its wet tip touching the small of her back. He softly stroked her and whispered in her ear how much he loved her taste, her response to his tongue and touch. Running his fingertips through her hair, she cooed in response to his gentle scalp massage. Shifting himself a little lower, he planted soft kisses on the just below. He was an expert in convincing thesemothers that it would be best if they followed his commands to the letter fora better life of the both of them. Ken's business was managing the neighborhood,and all the mothers, no matter the color or size, soon found out that meanta lot of fucking for them. Convincing these up tight bitches was no problem. They all had 'reputations'to hold on to, and do not forget the kids. And once he had them fucking hiscustomers there was no way back. Of course things do. The white-haired man leapt to his feet and the sergeant backhanded him back down with a bloody mouth and grabbed for the young woman. She twisted away as he pulled her cloak free to reveal the curving expanse of her bosom and the fine lace adorning it, her breasts barely thrust into her gown. His view of her ample chest seemed to make him forget food. He grabbed her hair, yelled "Come, bitch, to swive me royally, astride by damn," and pulled her from the table while she struggled quietly,.