Cathy was running to catch the bus when the older girls cornered her and demanded to know if Cathy was just blowing hot air, pissing in the wind or di... she really think she could take on all three of them. Now Cathy was no skinny little runt and, despite her tender age, was muscle-toned and spry and on the girls' wrestling team. She knew how to fight clean or dirty and was not about to be bullied.'You're damn right I could, but I've got a bus to catch. So this is one Thanksgiving you can be. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had a husband at home and whatnot.As you expect, I did not care for that, in fact, it only made me want her more, every time I'd see her from behind, all I could think of was how acquiring her ass and using it as if it was my property. I did not care for her husband, it's natural selection, if he's not man enough and strong and satisfying enough for his female, then it only made sense that she'd find someone else. And in this case, that stronger male would. “Guru?” From the kitchen, Mom calls out my father’s name. The kitchen is the main hub of the downstairs, and it’s directly connected to the entry hallway. The smell of chicken adds to the mix as I go in. Yet I’m not hungry, not for food, but my stomach groans. But I’m still hungry.There she is, as lovely as ever. Lalita, my mother. 38, no, 39 as of today, and, by my estimation, in her prime. She has a wide, warm face and blue eyes. Her typically straight, dirty-black hair looks messy, as if she. “Say, mind if we borrow your office, I gotta fuck this bitch hard, and I’d love doing her over a desk.” He nodded.Tazo arched an eyebrow ridge. “I’ll be watching...” He said, grinning.“Sure, I don’t care. Fuck, you can even take a second shot at her puss,” Geo said, slapping Sasha’s rump. Sasha forced back a glare – that was not part of the fucking plan. Then she found herself pushed into the PE teacher’s office. It was as neat and tidy as any she had ever seen, with a computer and a keyboard..