‘I … I think I could tolerate that,’ was Ann’s nervous reply as she carefully folded the typewriter cover and drew open the bottom drawer of...her gray metal desk that housed everything that could not fit on her crowded desk. ‘Are you sure?’ George softly questioned, gazing up at her with deep, dark eyes, the trace of a smile flickering about his attractive mouth, as with super-sensitive hands, he opened a manila folder. ‘I’m sure we’ll know before the day is out.’ There, she’d said it, now . Berthold, another small dose of your magic, please."Alfred had a very hard time to remain serious. He was so happy with the rapid progress and how well Wilbur was coping, that he was not prepared to slow down the proceedings. Thank God for the harness. I managed to pull Wilbur up short, supported him with one arm and waited for him to overcome his tribulations. He was as rigid as a plank for quite a few moments, breathing shallowly and hesitatingly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut."Now I begin. The fairness of it, and its blondish red tinge, makes it difficult to style which is why you wear it high and tight. You quickly fix up your hair, styling it with gel combing it up and over. After you finish up in the bathroom you throw on a blue t-shirt and a pair of steel-toed boots before grabbing your bookbag and headed downstairs. Your mom wasn't home, 'Probably left for work already,' you think to yourself as you grab a protein bar and head out the door. You walk towards your car quickly. “oh baby that’s to much” Sally gasped happily “little slut, little slut your stretching mommy’s cunt too much.” It was a calculated poke on Sally’s part to get Rachel made again. It worked more or less as she hopped.Growling Rachel pushed the woman down, continuing to fuck her hard as she could. “I loved my mother I would never fuck her like this” the teen hissed as she wrapped her fingers around Sally’s neck. She pressed down hard slamming her pussy against the woman’s crotch over and over.