I looked up and she was just standing there. She said “ don’t worry they left about ten minutes ago. She grabbed my cock again and she then stroke... it until I was hard. Then she sat on my cock and rode me until I was about ready to cum. This time she didn’t even get off. She let me cum in her pussy. After she got up and then headed to the bathroom. She told me to follow her. I got up and headed to the shower with her. We fucked a coupe of times in the shower and each time she wanted me to cum. Baker said in surprise and bewilderment.“I’ll take the paddling,” I smiled at her.“You WANT me to paddle you?” she questioned, looking at me with her face in a knot.“Well no, I don’t want a paddling. I don’t want to give up this game either. It’s a time to show that we can stand up to them. Stand up to dictatorship! We’ll show these men we are equals!” I railed in the cause of feminism and equivalence even it meant a pair of burning buns.“I’ll take whatever you can deal out,” I said, still. The good news was: We didn't have to do any of it! I hadn't realized that there was some sort of MILF network. They apparently had little MILF chat rooms and everything. The network started humming right after Robin lost the Illinois show. Robin forwarded me an e-mail that alleged that Connie Templeton had been sleeping with the head judge. Another MILF chimed in to say she'd seen them together in Evanston two weeks before the show. Well, that was all the proof these girls — sorry, women —. They came rather quickly and not only ticketed the other driver but hauled his drunken self to jail. The wreckers came for the cars and I introduced myself, “I’m sorry for all you’re trouble. I’m Steven Smith. Can I drop you somewhere?” “Thank you Steven, I’m Carrie Whit. I don’t want to inconvenience you. You’ve been so nice to help me already. I’m sure this wasn’t the way you planned to spend your morning.” I laughed. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. You tell me where I.