You know how much I love ass fucking, don't you darling?"I smile and answer, "Yes dear."Valerie grins at me. "You get so hard thinking about other men...using me, fucking me, don't you darling?'My hips wiggle as I answer, "Yes dear."Valerie laughs. "I'm such a bitch. I love teasing you so much, darling."Valerie slides up and down on my cock, slowly at first. After she loosens up, she moves faster. She bounces up and down until the ripples running through her body force her to stop. She rides my. .?" I blinked, stepping back and staring down at my fist inamazement.Then, partly out of curiosity and some instinctive understanding, Ithrew a punch into the empty air. My fist was fast and powerful,snapping with a sharp clear focus. I instinctively knew that it was aperfect punch... done in perfect form. And I followed that up bythrowing a series of punches in mid-air, doing so with a nearly blindingspeed..."Wow," I whispered in amazement.I continued with the punches, shifting into a series. “This is your room, now, dear. Use it. And I’ll help if you tell me what to do. Mildred -- Harriet for that matter -- is still dealing with the remains of the reception.”Bridget didn’t have another choice. Her mother had helped her on with the wedding dress, but she wasn’t here. She wouldn’t be here. Bridget couldn’t imagine asking Mrs. Powell for help, even if she had gotten home yet. It would have to be Jim. She turned her back and described the string of clasps behind her back. Jim figured. "Oh thanks, Aunt Diana," she said, flipping it back self-consciously."Please, Kate, don't call me Aunt, ok?" Oops, sorry."I reached out and lightly stroked her hair."Ooo, very soft too. What do you use on it?"She told me the names of some very expensive hair care products and I wanted to call her a spoiled bitch. Instead I just smiled back.I began to comb it with my fingers and she didn't seem to mind. I could smell a fresh scent from it and breathed deeply. I began to wonder what her pussy.