I looked down across the sand to where my father walked along the shoreline, well away from where the reverend and I sat together in seclusion, 'Come ...ere girl', and I did as he bade, straddling his thick thighs, my inner thighs chaffing on the course material of his black pants.'Open you mouth', and I did so, as wide as comfortably possible. He looked inside then place his heavily nicotine laden forefinger on top of my tongue, the acrid taste stinging and causing me to salivate excessively.He. She grabbed up her jacket and pulled it back on hurriedly, her tits jiggling, pleasantly unbound. “Jesus!” She began to button her blouse and readjust her clothing.Peter smiled. He had been watching his fiancée out of the corner of his eye and liked the view he had gotten. So had the trucker who had passed them. He had suddenly slowed down when he got next to them, though Lauren hadn’t noticed him. Peter waited until Lauren had gotten herself together again.Peter hooked a thumb over his. . You think the senator is part of it? And his... his wife is aman?" Maggie said, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard."Ms. Chaplin, we don't make mere assumptions. The person who had helpedyou escape the lab was our source of valuable information and evidence.So you can bet that we have more than enough reasons to believe thesenator's involvement," agent Peterson said."But still, I don't get it. If you have all the evidence, why didn'tyou make the arrest?" Maggie questioned."It's. I’d pay to bang her that’s how hot. I mean, I wouldn’t, but you get the idea. Next to plain, dumpy Judy Bellingham, this babe is a superstar.I’ll sleep on it. Which means I know I’m going to do it, but I can still pretend I won’t.By Sunday I’ve stopped pretending so I figure I would have another look. I don’t want to go into this blind and have the shit hit the fan so to speak.Okay, there is a free ‘taster’, so I’ll watch that. It’s Becky’s ‘Poop my Pantyhose’ diary and first off the girl is.