I grabbed her long, slender legs and spread them wide apart so I could see up her skirt. Wow, I said, “Bronte did you put those sexy lace panties an... fishnet stockings on just for me!” She wondered, “What would happen next!” I told her she was a naughty girl and needed to be spanked. Bronte then pouted and asked, “Have I been a bad girl.” I told her to bend over my knee. As she bent over my knee I could feel her stiff nipples rub against my legs as she assumed her position. I hiked her skirt up. "I love you. I love the ranch. And I love our baby... Darling... I can't have any more babies." She blurted out the last in a rush, and broke down, sobbing convulsively.When Rick just continued to hold her tenderly and stroke her platinum mane, she finally stopped sobbing and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Encouraged by what she saw, she asked, tentatively, "You don't hate me, do you?" HATE you? What? Why... Why ever would you think that?" I know how important children are to you, and. Like a man gone mad, Bruce rammed back and forth into my butt hole, pulling his penis all the way out and slamming it all the way back in. In frantic desperation to ease the pain and give me some relieve, I gripped his fore arms and held on for dear life as he rammed his stiff penis into me. The obscene sounds my butt and his penis made was turning Charlie on his penis was growing as he stood over us stroking his elongated tool. Bruce slammed deep into me and squirted his seed into me. AS he. This allowed me and my friends to not only prank local businesses with faxes but also connect to bulletin boards. For those who don't know and are actually interested, a Bulletin Board Service was a computer hosted somewhere that accepted incoming calls. The interface was a bit crude but it was pretty cool for a geeky k** like me. A BBS hosted files which people could download, a bit like the internet but you really had to know what you were looking for. Subject matter was usually of a.