I have some money, I'll come into more tho when my dad dies. You are a poet, I know you prize honesty above health and wealth and all the bourgeois no...ions of comfort and decency.In truth, "Mary Pops Her Titfuck Cherry" had said some rather scornful things about middle-class proprieties, never mind whether Mary's cum-soaked pledge week represented a symbolic assault on patriarchal notions of mammarian decorum. Still, Alexa hardly imagined her story as some full-blown social critique. Instead,. And the rest of the water inside you, we’re gonna fuck you up even more!’ I was shaking violently now, ‘No! Please don’t leave me like this, please, I’ll do anything you want, please fucking please don’t leave me like this...’ I was cut off in mid-plead by Adrian cruelly pumping the balloon up twice more before they retreated up the stairs and left me alone and helpless, slowly filling with water that would either kill me by perforating my bowel, or actually pushing the huge intrusion that was. You're rich and been to university. What can I offer you?"Eleanor disentangled and stood up."Slide forward," she ordered.He did. She knelt astride him and sank down on his thighs."Does that hurt, my darling?"He shook his head."Good! Well, now you listen to me, Reginald Woolstencroft. You reckon you're a lower class wimp and a nerd. Yes?"Her forcefulness made him reply even though it was just a shame-faced nod."First of all, Mr Woolstencroft, you are not a wimp."She punched his chest,. " She stood up. "Ooh, you gave me an awful lot of sperm. I don't have any panties it'll be running down my legs. I suppose it'll please you to see me parading around like that, knowing what you've done to me." I smiled and nodded “damn right I will be happy”. Mrs. Spooner smiled back. "I'm not going to let anyone else fuck me until I know for sure if I’m pregnant or not. Do me a favor, stop calling me Mrs. Spooner. It makes me feel old, call me Heather or slut or cum slut ok." I'll be by.