Why don’t you just tell them the truth, trust me the truth will set you free,’ I told her. ‘I… I… I just can’t,’ she stuttered. Tears we...e forming in the corners of her eyes now. Great, just fucking wonderful, I was in the middle of a snow job and starting to feel like that Eskimo I mentioned earlier. I wish I could cry like women do. I’d walk right in to a new car dealership and bawl my eyes out until they gave me a new Mercedes. ‘If I agree and I do mean ‘IF’, you’re going to have to do. I am no 98 pound weakling, at 5' 9" 160 lbs., but this blonde man hating bitch looked like she wanted to rip off my balls and feed them to me for lunch. I'd have to play it cool with this pumped up dyke."Hello", extending my hand, "You must be Miss Ferguson's roommate, she speaks very highly of you, and seeing you in person I can understand her attraction. Why don't you two lovely ladies step into my office and make yourselves comfortable. I'll get Pamela's file and some refreshments and we'll. It had been the most intense orgasm of her life, and she hadn't even seen the man who had given it to her.End of fantasy - now back to what actually took place.**Well, this story touched a raw nerve somewhere deep inside of Lynn and seemed to have an even stronger effect than I had hoped for. My wife's pussy now had swollen, puffy lips and was wetter than I had ever seen her (these are details I referred to above that I find exciting to share). I slipped a couple of fingers into her and begin. ’ Conner kept looking for a better place to put the jet down. ‘Horse.’ ‘Here, Bitch.’ ‘Still can’t see. How’s my heading?’ ‘Go five right, heavy woods then the golf course.’ ‘Thanks, Horse,’ replied Conner as she made a course correction. Just then the wind blew some of the gore off the windscreen and she was able to see somewhat through the remains of her windscreen. Conner glanced at the instruments. The jet was dropping too fast. She began looking at the golf course beyond the wide band of.