I wasreally pissed at her. She knew I was mad, but she just laughed at me andsaid I was welcome to anything in her closet. That made me even more mad....ow this wasn't the first time she wore my stuff. She always comes intomy room and takes my clothes. It wouldn't be so bad if she washed thestuff she borrowed. It wasn't until last Thursday when I had enough andwanted to get even. Last Thursday she took my most favorite sweatshirtand wore it to school. Well for some reason she took it off at. "Sara, I need to go in the room and check my email." Fine. I'll be out here a while."I went in and turned on the computer. The first thing I did was check ebay to see how my items were doing. The total bid on all the items was a little over $1400. Not bad for a bunch of junk that had been out in the garage gathering dust.I had a few emails. Offers for discount drugs, ripped off computer programs and even someone who was willing to email my address to 2500 sites. That's all I needed.Mom and Jill. . .Though watching those sweet luscious lips as they puckered slightly, and thinking about how good it is going to feel to slide my cock between them, I still couldn’t get her pussy out of mind. I had masturbated to the thought of feasting on that delicious slit in a situation just like this one. . ."If you don’t fight me, well, you might just enjoy this fuck." I said, while pushing her body back a little on the bed so that I could lean over her. I finally found a comfortable position that. It doesn't hurt that he's6' 3" tall.He's addressing the whole group, waving the ball while the other armdrapes casually around Rachael's date for the night. His name is Randy, ifyou can believe that. The star lineman or something. The kid is almost asbig as Tom. The rented tux jacket looks about ready to split at theshoulders and the bow tie appears ready to pop off his thick neck . Idon't know what Tom is saying but the kid has a nervous expression andeveryone else is laughing. Tom is.