Who is dating who. Who is, pardon my vernacular Audrey," the voluptuous woman turned and smiled, "fucking whom. Red markers are those we believe to be...genetically acceptable according to our standards – Miss Voutrakis for instance, you see her marker over there in London; black, those where we perceive a risk. Most of the immediate British aristocracy fall into that category, I fear. Earlier generations have been combined too frequently. Problems have arisen. The recessive chin, for example,. Sunday, the day after my return home, when Joanne and I had our first night of sex and loving each other, we just kinda lazied around the house and played around with each other and had some good loving sex in the kitchen, living room, and the bathroom, while we were in the shower, before we turned in for the night, which we had us another round of sex then too.Each morning I would go to work and then come home to a hot meal every evening that Joanne would have fixed for us to eat, then we. "Suck my cock!" he said loudly. I sucked even faster, gagging with every upward thrust of his hips. He began to thrust very hard. Ronnie was getting rough, just how I like it. By now, it was hot in the car, we were both sweating and he had that smell again. That pushed me to my limit. I sat up in my seat, kicked off my sneakers, and had my shorts off in record time. I swung over and straddled him. "Fuck me Ronnie," I said "Fuck me hard." I put his cock in me, grabbed the side of the car seat. Sentences are too short. Only a month. It should havebeen at least a year. No! More!" The crowd bayed for blood. My blood. And I would have been only too happy to give it to them. I WANTED alonger sentence and this silly judge thought he was being kind to me ingiving me another chance.Curse him. I would serve out my sentence and enjoy every second of it.But when it was over? I was going to have to find another victim and dosomething even worse. Poor girl. Whoever she is.It isn't her.