The minefield of interpersonal relationships. And here's one. Let's try 'honest' this time. After all, I'm talking to my Johanna, my friend, my chosen...mate. "Yes, she is. But not nearly up to YOUR standard." Her breasts..." Jo was small-breasted. She'd told me tales of high school and 'flat as the flute player' taunts, so I knew it was a matter of a tender spot."Yeah, she really needs to rethink that sports bra." SO you looked..." I look at a lot of things. And if I looked right past her, there. On. The Overseer seated herself at the end of the cat-walk, crossing long bare thighs. It would be good for those nearer the bows to see the striped flesh of those two just under the poop deck. She liked having new galley-slaves under her control. It amused her when they sobbed and sobbed that they could go no longer. They could not possibly. No... no... no... they just COULDN’T! But she made them. Then, if and when they fell senseless over their oar, she had a means of dealing with that too. A. Jon recorded every second then had Mark pull out so he could shoot her stretched out ass. Alex and Max couldn’t stay out it though and Alex grabbed her hair. With a burtal shove he pushed her head down on his cock.She didn’t try to bite him, instead she took him into her mouth, sucking hard and deep. Then he took control and started to fuck her mouth. Shoving himself in deep and pulling out, then pushing her head down deep again. Holding her there so she gagged and choked before. By returning to the shop, Lucy wanted to settle the issue and had arranged a meeting with the woman in the forest. The two women had planned a fight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Aunt Lucy, so feminine in appearance and so gentle, would get into a hair-pulling fight with this woman. The two mature women would fight like two little girls after school. I must admit that, far from disgusting me or scaring me, the situation had excited me. Before approaching her rival, Lucy had once again made me.