. situation’? What’s this all about?”“I’ll tell you. But first I need to verify your identification.”“You wanna see my driver’s licens...?” Now she was getting into game mode, where she was a hard-assed Killer Rabbit. Much harder-assed than she’d been to ‘Carolyn’ thus far. And besides, she didn’t even have a driver’s license.“Uhm ... No. What is your Social Security Number?”“Sorry. Don’t give that out to strangers.”“Does it end in 827?”“Nope. Good bye now.”“WAIT! That was a test. Does it end. "And then Marla dropped her head down and continued writing.Shit! Phillippa sighed. She thought they were getting somewhere. Anyway, you couldn't tell with these hippy girls. Some of them were pretty uptight. But at least she knew Marla smoked dope.In fact, it was only after they'd shared the joint between them that Marla opened up at all. She pushed her hair off her face and smoked it in a very strange way, cupping her fist and holding it between her forefingers."That's all right, love,". Dad pulled me aside to make sure that I knew not to say anything about it, ever,” said my daughter. “The thing cost a lot almost twenty thousand dollars. I was with dad when he bought it for him.Well, my daughter was right about one thing, or the man was, whichever. I would be giving the fancy dancy chair back to him. There was no way I could come up with the cost of the thing; and truth told I would like to have. It did make things way easier than they were going to be now in terms of getting. "Look at her little ass and her little green bikini!" That's it, cum all over Ashley and her bikini. She wants it!" My wife exclaimed, her hand pumping vigorously.The first shot of cum hit Ashley's ass, right above where her bikini had been pulled down to. I convulsed in pleasure as my wife jerked my cock, aiming for the target. More cum finally hit the teeny green bikini bottom. My wife kept pumping my cock, draining me of every ounce of cum."Oh my god, there's so much cum!" my wife said.