The Crossroads wasn’t all that busy at 3:00P.M on Saturdays.They settled in. He’d taken his beer with him. A bar girl came by and asked her what s...e’d like.“One of those,” said Claire pointing to what her booth partner was having. The girl nodded, and headed off to fill the order.“We’ve been here before haven’t we Sam,” she said. Her hands were folded on the table in front of her.“If you mean you’ve chatted me up fairly regularly since your divorce from my bud, well yes, we’ve been here. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Over a hundred now, well over – lost count completely…Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!After what seemed like forever, Mrs Haworth finally stopped. I lay over her lap in tears, crying noisily, bottom and face both bright. The design was strikingly simple: a sturdy lacquered oak casing, on the back the wood bore an indentation of a tree with branches that split evenly at each branch, on top a wooden arrow spun freely, and opposite the indentation a small thin slit which seemed large enough to spit out a playing-card sized piece of paper."It's some sort of game... I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or. Louise could not help staring at the TV screen as the camera zoomed close to the sweet conjunction of Angelica's cunt and Daley's thrusting cock. She felt the shock of fear again as she felt the firm nub of Daley's cock head pressing on her own buttocks as he fondled her breasts, pushing and shifting position as if seeking her bum crack and her cunt with his prick."Louise's breasts are just the right size, aren't they?" Daley commented to his male audience, panting a little as his sexual.