" Emma walked out into the hallway, as her mother hurried past in a flurry of fur, perfume, and glittering jewels."Don't stay out too late," her mothe... said, as she was supposed to, kissing both of her daughter's cheeks and snaking her arms around her in some sort of hug, the best she could do with her stomach."Okay Mom ... actually I should be saying the same to you..."They both laughed, and Emma continued on to the kitchen, where she grabbed two diet Cokes from the fridges, and returned to. .. now, further further you slut. Michelle pushed down hard but this guy was huge. She howled in pain and whimpered out “Hurts oh god it hurts.” When the jump was over she raised up and with the blondes help began rocking to the rhythym of the ride. Soon enough the next jump came up. The blonde pushed down on Michelles hips and yelled “jump slut jump, take it all” Michelle struggled to get as far down on the massive cock as she could. It hurt so bad but she knew she was farther down on it. As. I darted to my makeup table, needing to take off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I’d want to have ... sex with him.I wouldn’t do that. I was a good girl.My heart racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not much time was left. George should. ." For the record," Keith says as we walk back to our respective partners(or 'companions' in my case), "I kinda see Jamie as a little sister, so Ido know where you're coming from." A little sister who's almost identical to your long-term girlfriend?" Iretort with a laugh."She is not almost identical!" Keith says. "Okay, maybe a little. Pointis, if anyone hurt her like that arsehole Gould did last year..." Basically, you always wanted a little sister, right?" I laugh."Yeah, I guess," Keith.