. want me... ? Dear God... there are so many questions I don't know the answers to... ! I don't know... I just don't know... what to do... ! Help me..... ! Help me to do the right thing... make the right decision... ! Please? God?She was jolted out of her confused, indecisive, reverie; the architect shifted a hand to her jaw, grasping it in strong fingers to swing her head around, their eyes coming into contact: his glaring anger; hers shame-ridden; his voice came croaking out at her."God damn. .. "It's a pity she couldn't be here with us drinking one of her Babychams (Babycham was a popular light alcoholic drink in England in the 1960s and 1970s made from pear cider). I think she would like this place," said Roger. He turned to his father. "What do you suppose mum's doing now, dad?" Well it's been a long day for her Roger. I think she's probably lying down by now," he replied knowing that that was probably just what she was doing and trying not to think about exactly what the Wilson. I know you like that. I also know you love a dirty pussy in your face, and I haven’t showered since yesterday morning.” She straddled my head facing my feet, bent her legs just a little and settled her pussy gently onto my nose. Her matted pussy hairs were filled with blended scents of sweat, pussy juice and urine. “I love to watch your cock when I do this,” she said. Then she scraped her pussy back and forth across my face. She bent forward, leaning on my chest as she watched my cock wave and. She unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse so that Laura could see her black lace bra."Of course I do," Laura swallowed. She did, too."Want to see what's inside?"There was no one else in the parking garage, but Laura knew someone could appear at any second. But Sholandra always liked to live dangerously. Like Yvette. Why am I attracted to these delicious, reckless girls? Laura wondered.Sholandra unfasted her bra between the cups and pulled her blouse down. One small naked breast was.