I wanted to find out.Her mother had dark hair but the daughter had hers frosted... Almost silver in places. It made her look older and she used way to... much makeup for me. I wanted to make her sweat it off... Fuck her senseless... All night long.I moved up behind her while she took the first sip of her new drink. She turned and stopped in her tracks. I was a little close. She was getting there. She giggled."Dressed to party..." Her slacks looked as if they'd been painted on. You could. She started to protest, but felt the huge cock stretching her cunt to the tearing point. Then it was pulled out only to be shoved in until she felt as huge pair of balls slapping her ass. “That’s it bitch ride this big black cock until you make me come in that hairy pussy of yours! She said the fucking went on for hours. She almost passed out, when they said it was time for a change and let her down off the hook, and onto a mattress on the barn floor. There was blood ,and stains on it so she. .. every photo took (half) a minute to show up at my screenI tried to watch lowest resolution old videos ... which showed me about only three stills per minuteI soon discovered that only stories show up fast at my screen and all my messages went even faster!I soon discovered a few favourite female authors, started to comment their stories and message themIn reading stories, one minds' eye fills in details which you like to 'see' - your imagination worksIn an effective story serving your fancies. ." If I'm such a slut, why haven't I slept with you?" Lizzie quipped back, spinning in her chair and relishing the impotent rage pouring from Benny. He knew as well as she did that she got the job because she was fucking brilliant at it. But it seemed to make him feel better to pretend she'd slept her way to her mid-level research position.Without a response ready, Benny just sneered at Lizzie, finally muttering "Bitch," under his breath as he walked out of the room.Lizzie leaned back in her.