"Will you talk to me, or is the conversation over?"Another silence. "They found his fucking bones." The voice was fiery, angry, full of self-congratul...tory self-righteousness."Good-bye, Linda. Go to hell," I said, and snapped the phone closed.I've always hated bullies.I was bullied as a child, and I reached the end of my tether around seventh grade.My family moved to a new city, my father having been transferred. We joined the local Baptist church, as we were wont to do.There I met my. The site of her nearly took away my breath. I had told her the purpose of this ride was to be seen together, and she hadnt disappointed. My shirt, just visible beneath my jacket was the same shade as her dress. We couldnt more obviously be a couple. I bowed extravagantly to her, and helped her into my carriage. It has a new model, with wheels that were suspended from the body in such a way as to minimize the jostling on cobbled streets. It was fully enclosed, but had several windows. Many. What caught my eyes about her pussy were the fleshy lips, and the gold ring that pierced her clit.She had directed me to flick the clit ring with my tongue, sending her into convulsions. Doing that a few times had her orgasming long and hard.“You are a quick learner” she gasped, pulling my face closer to her pussy to continue my education, showing me how she wanted my tongue to probe between her engorged lips, and to spear into her tight canal entry.“Oh ... oh god ... yes ... fuck yes” she. Taste yourself on daddy’s dick,” Kwame said as he pushed her head down further. Lacey shivered at his encouraging words. She’d been fucked so good that she couldn’t put together a complete sentence, but her body responded by kicking into high gear and inhaling the hard, sweet meat. Already close to coming, Kwame’s cock did battle with Cindy’s mouth but she took it all like a trouper. She stretched her lips wide as Kwame prepared to fill the hot wife’s throat with his load. The thick pipe.