"You won't everhear from me again, I swear."Adam snapped his fingers again and watched as Dylan's body was suddenlycovered in a bright white light.Dyl...n let out a scream as his body was enclosed in a white light."Pleassseee...." Dylan sobbed, completely abandoning any pride that hefelt. "I'm sorry."Once the light had faded Dylan looked down with a grimace at the outfitthat he was now wearing. Dylan was glad in an outfit almost identical toKate's. It was a long flowing white dress, adorned with. "Ralph, your own father retired a few years ago. You didn't give him holy hell for it, did you?" I asked. "What the fuck is the problem with me wanting to spend my old age someplace besides that shit hole you have me stuck in?"I could see the surprise in Simpson's eyes as I spoke. I had always been the model employee. He had expected me to cower and stutter in his presence. Instead, I had out cursed and out-bitched him. This was something new and he was watching me closely."My father was 75. ..so that my cunt was wide open...just at the right heightfor someone to comfortably play with and do what they wanted. My tits as usual were thrust outin front of me too...so there was nothing I could do...tits out...pussy lips spread...cunt open.Since my tits had already been looked after...they were paying attention now to my cunt. Yes Ihad gotten a Brazilian wax the day before...full Brazilian...so my pussy was completelybare...evidently this was not the norm...and it is what made me. I push your hip back, rolling you over and getting on top. The weight of my body on yours quickens your breathing. Our lips continue to stay together as my hands explore your body. Your shirt wrinkles as I slip my hand underneath to feel your skin under my hand. Your fingers twist in my hair and gently pull me closer. My hands massage your body as they work under your shirt. Your hands leave my hair and move down my back and over my sides. Your fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt and.