"What's the matter, babe?" a voice gently asked. Ricco opened her eyes. "Brando?" She asked the man holding her. It was Brando, but... it _wasn't_. ...his Brando was clean shaven. he wore a pair of dark blue slacks and a matching shirt with his real name, "Berto" embroidered on it in silver letters. It was the uniform that the suckers who worked at the 8th Avenue Garage wore. "Brando?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. You said I looked like him when we saw that movie. I guess it's a compliment." He pulled. Ooo, God, go away, you sweaty a****ls, she thought, clutching the blueprints to her full, pert tits and trying to ignore them. The construction workers didn’t stop.“Hey, baby, ain’t you fucking gorgeous! What’s a little girl like you doing out here?”Kayla walked faster, as fast as she could on the wooden catwalk on her high heels. It made matters worse that she didn’t quite know where she was going; it was a huge construction site, and her boss was somewhere in it, waiting for the blueprints. She never dated in high school or college. She kept up acquaintances with a few people she had gone to school with, but none of these people would ever have thought of themselves as her friend. Through it all, Julia desperately longed for someone to love her unconditionally in spite of the fact that she knew how worthless a human being she was. Her emotional needs to be loved and cared for grew to be immense, and totally unrequited because she could never bring herself to reach out to anyone in. Today he had brought Mark and Brad over, two of his buddies to surprise his girl friend with two extra cock for her to play with. Leann was 40 years old when she meet the young Jason. They had meet at a club, and since then she had been fucking the 23 year old Boytoy non stop. Leann was a sexy girl, even at her age. She had great tits and firm ass, and a wonderful looking face to die for. She was truly a sexy sight to see, and now was being sexually fulfilled with a man much younger then.