I’ll stay for a while then leave you to get on with it, oh yes I nearly forgot”. Emma reached into her bag. She handed her Panasonic video camera ...o Richie.“I want you to set this up where it can get all the action; but makes sure you do it discreetly, I don’t want Caroline to see it, it’s a surprise. I want to give her for her birthday”. She lied.“Yeah that’s no problem, any chance of a copy”. “Don’t be greedy Richie, I think you’re doing pretty well out of this deal already”.“No harm in. But her hips soon takes up the slack. “What?”“Hit me! Slap my face. Call me a slut. Tell me hate this life growing inside me!”The man isn’t against violence. He knows it is useful at certain times—he had to do it before with his father. But hitting a woman—a girl—especially during sex, during a most intimate time with someone, and while they’re pregnant has never crossed his mind before. Yet she is adamant and just the desperate tone of her voice tells him that she is completely serious. So he. Mark finished unrolling the stocking and let his hands caress his mother’s inner thigh, relishing the silky feel of her skin. “Is this okay?” she asked, voice nearly a whisper as her toes continued to massage his cock through his jeans. “Mom,” was all he could say, face contorted with emotion. His fingers found her moist crotch finally and it was her turn to gasp, to shiver, to stare at him in amazement. Her toes squeezed harder and he put his other hand on top of her foot, pressing it firmly. I was really into nicotine withdrawal. I'd left them behind to remove any temptation. A stray wisp of smoke at just the wrong time might cause a fucking concerned citizen passing by to call the fire department to report a trash dumpster on fire. World would be a much nicer place if assholes minded their own fucking business. At least I could smoke a fucking cigarette. ARRRGGGHHH!!!Instead of smoking I inspected my glove again. No signs of any holes or cracks. It wasn't long before Rambo came.