Eighth grade girls weren't officially "allowed" to wear makeup. Still,most did anyway. Should I simply present myself as Joan, or should I digdeep wit...in my own archives and attempt to resuscitate John? Just the idea of doing so sent chills down my spine. Maybe it was the medsthat had me worrying about anything and everything? Including my ownshadow! I laughed aloud at the insanity of it all and garnered a fewconcerned looks from those in attendance at the inappropriateness of mybehavior."Joan,. I just get back to my work, and there is a knock on the door. I look over and see it is the MPs. They have been told that they were sent here to guard something and that they are to follow my orders. I let them know what is up and have them patrolling the yard.I just finished a patent and was about to start a quick study for my exams next week when the phone rings again. I answer, “Hello.”The person on the other end asks, “Can I speak with Trent Brown, please.”“Speaking, what can I do for. He told her she had to keep playing because she definitely was good luck. She laughed and said she didn't mind being his good luck charm. I acted like I didn't hear that and went to play some more music. Looking over at the two we though if he only knew what she was wearing under that dress, his dick would stand at attention. Mine was getting hard thinking about it while she sat there flirting with him.After a while I asked if he wanted to play some pool with us and he agreed. We went to a. Scott knew he'd hit the sweet spot, and continued slapping and rubbing the huge horse cock against her clitty while she grinded her hips at it. What a beast slut! Scott loved her even more seeing her hips gyrating in anticipation of getting some horse meat in her hole! A bit of pre-cum oozed from Scott's own cockhead as he looked down at his sexy wife.She moaned as she felt the huge, rubbery cockhead parting her slick cuntlips. The animal was quite excited, and began bucking its hips once.