END PERSONAL NOTE.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Carol shook herself as her son rushed out the d...or. She had never seen him act like that around her, but then she had to admit to herself, she really never did pay much attention to her k**s. As long as they never got into trouble, or as long as she didn't catch them doing something wrong, what did it matter?But for some reason she found herself paying special attention to her eighteen year. “Can’t be that much. Does everything shine for you in the bathroom?” We both laughed.I had breakfast with Anong most days. I was alternately intrigued and amused as she related the storied history of Gerry’s Place.She liked hearing tales from my private investigator career. But only once in a while did we talk about her life before she became Anong. That was ... pretty common, I gathered. Not surprisingly, choosing to become a Gerry’s Girl was usually driven by some intense desire or regret.. O'Brian started to curse in a deep sexy voice using words that only the hard core depraved used to make a kinky point. The butter was a life saver because I managed to slide up inside her rectal channel with little difficulty. We slammed together with her cursing me for being too gentle and with me spanking her for being rude and disrespectful to my love-making. After a few episodes of that she quieted down and became quite docile even asking me to make it last as long as possible. I was of the. I told her not to drink too many before Seema arrived. Lajja wanted to know if we were going to get her drunk and take advantage of her .I said, “we? No, we are going to be a gentleman.”As I was stretching Lajja told me that I looked fine and there was nothing to work on. I was wearing flip flops and a pair of old baggy gym shorts and no shirt. I told Lajja to make herself useful and to spot me while I bench pressed a few. I didn’t plan to lift a lot of weight. I mainly just wanted to get a.