He picked up Paula?s pink case (how sweet) and threw it roughlyonto the table. ?Passport,? I demanded. The girl seemedscared by the way my earlier pol...teness had evaporated. Sweating in the crampedlittle office, she fumbled in her handbag and produced the red document. Isnatched it from her hand as Hani unzipped the case on the table. ?So,? I said, scanning her passport. I waswrong about her age ? she was only 17, and was due to become an adult nextweek. Probably here to celebrate her birthday. But having fun was exactly what they were doing. In the third quarter they started arguing a call as guys do, and Mark said that's it its wrestling time. And the two jumped on the floor and were wrestling as they had done in the past. Both were very weak and sloppy when wrestling after so many beers, Mark, the stronger of the two, got Billy head down first into the rug, and grabbed Billy by the knees. Mark had won the match, but Mark also noticed something that he could not take his eyes off. David stared open mouthed at the display in front of him. “Is she really your mother?” He asked.“Oh yes, she’s my mother,” James replied, “but we’ve only just started fucking so she gets a bit over excited.”“You lucky bastard,” David said, “l wish l’ve had a mother like that.”James took her round the shop, picking up various items, giving them to her for her to take back to the counter. Each time she trotted back, making sure her tits bounced wildly inside her thin top. The third time, her. He backed off, settling on his ass. "So, how was that?" Aw, c'mon, Man! You had me right there! Finish me off, willya? I'll show you a trick..." Brush Cut whined."Yeah, what?" I'm not telling -- but it'll blow the top of your head right off!" Brush Cut insisted."Awright..." Fred went back at it. Thirty seconds later, Brush Cut grabbed his head and Fred found himself fighting a losing battle against taking a load in his mouth. He didn't have a proper grip or a decent place to push; while he was.