Usane thies pe oil lagaya tha vo chamak rahe the,usaki white sleep se usakiBoobs clean dik rahi thi nipple ka shape bhi dikh raha tha, “jab koi lada...a kisi ladaki ko chodate samay,jo excpresion krati he waise kar rahi thi”,vo aapne thies pe hath ghuma rahi thi our boobs pe se ungli ghuma rahi thi, vo direct meri god me beth gayi, usake dono legas ke bich meain beta tha, our aapni sexy gulabi lipss se meri lipss par kiss karane lagi kya meeta swad tha usaki jibh ka,our vo meri sar pe hath ghuma. "That's me!" I replied cheerfully."Why are you wasting your time and money on my blob of a daughter?" she asked with a sneer.Talking about the pot calling the kettle black! But I held my tongue and answered pleasantly. "Fran and I are friends." Friends, huh?" she snorted. Fran, who had been getting ready, came out to us, looking pained. "What did you do to get that bike?" her mother inquired "Suck his dick?"Fran with tears in her eyes grabbed the bike, wheeled it out of the house and got on it. “Besides, if I succeeded, which I would have,” she said pointedly, “I didn’t want to wait until he was gone for you to fuck me.”“Hmm. You think you would have succeeded, even with your boyfriend around? Where would we have gone?”“I would have told you to meet me in the bathroom, wherever we were. Or around back. Trust me, I would have found a way."“Haha. This coming from the woman who just didn’t want to suck my dick in the car because there were people around. Yet you think you’d would have. .. ever.Someone must have pulled the funding for the asbestoses umbrella and galoshes salesman. No one heard a peep out of him today. It seemed like fear wasn't selling very well for some reason, imagine that.Editors' desks groaned with the weight of copy to be gone through, even in electronic form, as an army of reporters and journalists filed stories as fast as they could make their Blackberries work. Although the coverage was as in-depth as anything ever done by The Chicago Sun Times; there.