" No," Marcia said. "That's not an acceptable argument. You're notproving anything by simply discounting what I'm saying, by dismissing itout of hand ...ith a clich?. It's not different. It's the same thing. Andif it's not the same thing, kindly explain to me how it's different.Because I'd really like to know how you can look around at all the waysthat people suffer through no fault of their own and tell me that Goddoesn't make mistakes. Unless you think that somehow Samantha was toblame for her. She tells me she’s a hair stylist and we chat a little more, as you can imagine, holding that hot naked body in my arms while I caressed her ass and felt her perfume wasn’t going to kept me down for long, she gets more tender with me and starts kissing me, moving her tongue inside my mouth, sucking my lips. It felt so good… I make her lay back and I start sucking her cock, getting it deep inside my mouth until I gag a little, I was thinking about making her put that fat cock inside my asshole,. “Uh, uh, uh! I can feel your cum shooting in my ass, Billy. You are making me cum! I’m cumming, Billy, I’m cumming!” Susie began to slam her sore ass back at him, squeezing and pulling the cum from his heavy balls. Billy’s orgasm continued and he blasted shot after shot of hot, teenage goo into her hungry hole. It felt so good! Billy drained his balls into her ass, slamming her harder with each convulsion from his shaft.Susie felt each spurt as her own orgasm cumulated, filling her hand with. It was mid afternoon and i had just returned from a very important meeting so instead of my usual jeans and safety boots i was wearing a skirt suit with stockings and 6" heals. I had carefully picked a shirt out thst hugged my figure cos i wanted to win the contract.It had been a good meeting and i was in a good mood when the phone rang. It was Daz, he needed some accessories and he said it wouldnt wait. I looked on the van but no look, i would have to go to the store. I rang Daz and told him.