"Let me think. Are you our sponsor?" No," she answered."Are you an adult?" Yes," she said."Do you have a child in our new family?" No," she answered."...ave we been lovers?" he asked."How gauche," she whispered."Hmmm," he said. "Had you been on the catering staff?" Yes," she replied."Come round here, Tracy, I want to kiss you," he said. She stepped under his right arm and stood before him. He wrapped her in his arms and moved in for a kiss. Their eyes locked on each other, he slowly closed the. I sliced through her tightness, bumping her cunt-lips with every thrust; she groaned each time.We were both racing towards oblivion, so I suddenly paused.I wanted to finish in Mom’s delicious arse-hole.I pulled her to her knees, her butt thrust out and the sight of her arched back and the feel of those two round cheeks against me drove me crazy.I couldn’t hold out anymore; I slid all the way up into her. I felt her tense up.“Oh You ... Dirty Bastard Father!” she screamed.I reached underneath. * I was determined not to cry in front of him. *What are you saying?* *Were finished Gavin. Its over.* The tears already rolling in hot streams down my cheeks. *** (ANGRY WOMEN) INTERIOR. RACHELS FLAT. BEDROOM. EVENING. 1996. RACHEL BABYLON lies across her bed carefully cutting a photograph of feminist pornstar turned performance artist Annie Sprinkle from a book about Angry Women. In this photograph (by Eric Kroll) Annie Sprinkle poses as 1/2 Slut and 1/2 Goddess with tassles on her breasts. Yes, I like you, this is going to be a great week," and she continued rocking back and forth. Her body was really nice, firm boobs, tight pussy, oh, she was a find. "So, you like older guys, that's lucky for me, Gina." "Well, there's more to it, actually. I do like older men because they're not so wrapped up in themselves, more interested in making me happy first. But, it also has to do with my first time." "Mmm, older guy, huh?" "Yeah, and I was 16..." "Geez, kind of a cradle-robber, huh?" She.