" Are you sure that's what she said?" I asked."Ask her yourself. I could care less about your little games or whatever you've got planned. Just keep m... out of it. I think she could do better than you any day anyway," she told me.I was glad Jennifer couldn't wait. It meant she was really into doing this. My last class was Shop and I could easily skip it. I didn't learn much in Social Studies that day, nor my English class right afterwards. As soon as it was over I was gone. I drove straight over. I felt him getting an erection before very long long. He stopped suddenly, quit yelling and rested his hand on my red ass. A minute later he got up and went to his room. I cried a while on the couch, putting my hand on my burning ass then pulled my panties up and ran to my room. I didn't argue with him about his drinking after that.Several months after mom left, I heard him moaning in the night, about an hour after we had gone to bed. I got up, wearing the loose tee shirt and bikini panties. Finally, Laura's breasts were hard, bulging, purplish gourds, completely lashed to the chair back.Her running cunt had already dampened the chair seat. She was trembling with fierce excitement. Karen took from her goody bag a long feather, and a rod with a small, flat, square piece of leather on the end of it.She smiled at Laura. "Would you like to be part of a little experiment?" she asked in a husky voice.Laura could barely speak. "Do it. Do it all to me. And do it quick. Please."Thoughts of. “It was him,” cried Gerry, pointing at Alf, an elderly, white whiskered, thick set, aged old Italian shoemaker, who didn’t understand the English language. Alf held his hands up in misunderstanding and shrugging. Italian, rich local dialect and at speed, held sway between the three native men confusing Gerry, who gazed with longing at the bimbo’s gorgeous tanned, smooth legs and extensive deep dark cleavage. Huge knockers he’d established and thought about. After highly animated discussion.