..Yesterday was good and bad. Bad because of Richard Parker breaking into Sarah's house and trying to rape her. I've been keeping a straight face on b...t inside I'm seething with rage. I want to kill that fucker. Slowly, painfully. Actually, No! I want to hurt him so badly the very mention of my name will make him shit his pants. There's only one thing stopping me. Sarah. She likes me for who I am. That's why I like her. And I will not do anything to change her opinion of me. On the plus side. She begins to rub Quinn's clit causing Quinn to moan. Then she slid a finger inside Quinn. Making her moan so loud that Oliver almost ran off the road, trying to see what was going on. Thankfully, they were not far from Isabel's home. As soon as they were inside, the ladies were back to making out and exploring each other's bodies. A trail of clothes littered the way to the bedroom. Oliver followed along, enjoying the show. When they arrived in the room, both were completely naked.Isabel forced. One time only?”“I promise. And I should have thought of the towel.” He never thought of using paper towels. Bret was a tightwad. He was generous with her, but he never thought of spending money or using disposable things.She had her nightie rucked up under the sheets. They both knew where this was going, though Bret didn’t know how far. Still Bret started at the beginning. He kissed her deeply, stroked her thighs.“Are these tender?” he asked when he touched her breast. He was the only man who. All good?” “Yep! You’re good to go.” Sandy took one last look in the mirror, giving her long brown hair a shake and she headed for the set. The cameras were swinging in to position and the lights went up. A guy counted down from five as she adjusted her in-ear microphone. “Two…one… and go Sandy,” said the producer. Sandy looked at her autocue and began to read the headlines. “Good Evening. The headlines today. President Obama has clashed with the pro-gun lobby again. In Europe, there’s no end.