“By the way, have I ever mentioned how much I like Mila Kunis ... you know, in case you’re ever waiting for a bus and she happens to be at the bus...stop?”“I’ll ... keep that in mind.” Nick looked confused.Max walked away, trying not to mutter to himself. If Nick did randomly run into Mila Kunis someday, he’d probably tell her about this conversation. There were certainly worse lives than one spent standing next to the guy that good fortune seemed to regularly fall out of the sky onto.When Max. Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of English reserve and expensive well fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation.Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed, he wondered. As the conversation raced along Zena could not keep her gaze off Carmen's tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron, “Carmen how do you get such a good tan on your legs?”At the same time Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as. I couldn't shake the feeling I had seen her before. She wore tight black pants and a cool old leather jacket with patches of different bands sewn on to the back. She brushed back her long dark hair and removed her jacket to reveal a tight black tank top underneath. Isabella was stacked, her heaving breasts strained against the thin material threatening to spill out at any moment.We all ended up relaxing on the couch, with Mia to my right and Isabella to my left. I sat between them as they. The girl began to shake, and she fell to her knees, her face in her hands as she began to sob. "You filthy little slut" he continued as he stood looming above her, his face a mask of barely contained rage "What kind of filthy whore tricks her own father into fucking her?" "No daddy!" She cried, only now realizing what little he actually knew "I didn't! They forced me!" "Dont lie to me, Emily" "I was tied down and drugged!" the girl bawled, looking up into her beloved father's face. He.