.. YES!" she roared as she felt Rosa slipping her fingers into her soaked cavern.Struggling to lift her head off the bed, she gazed down through brigh... lust-crazed eyes at the busy woman, delighting in the contrast of Rosa 's dusky flesh against her own white skin -- the black hair, wildly disarrayed, caressing her silken thighs with feathery touches. Marilyn felt those clever little fingers plunging in and out of her, caressing her inner, sugary walls as they danced back and forth, wringing. I assured him that I couldn’t imagine receiving better care anywhere, and he seemed to be genuinely pleased.At that point Becky returned to the room with a computer printout. Wilkerson scanned it and his eyes widened. Then he let out a low whistle that sounded odd coming from the lips of such a dapper gentleman.“Mr. Harris,” he began, “you have just broken the bank!”“What does that mean?”“That means that you have achieved a match score of 100! That’s never happened before in the history of the. First Leslie's lame play beats us out. Then Kate decides to jump me, probably because I was talking to all the cute football players and she felt left out. Then you decide I'm a damsel in distress and coming riding to my rescue. You're probably lucky that you still have all your teeth." Losing the play competition bothered you that much?" I knew she could care less about what Kate thought."We were good. I can't believe we lost." We were good, but we put it together in a month. Leslie's been. .until now.But from today he was free; no more parental control; no-one looking over his shoulder to supervise his browsing and he was ecstatic.He was Chris, the strapping son of Bill and Sally; all 6 foot 2 inches of him; all 170 pounds of him. He who had another year to go at college; he who had girlfriends coming out of the woodwork it seemed; he who's jeans always seemed to be well filled; he who was a model 'A' pupil and who seemed destined for an excellent future.But before his 18th, he'd.