Bert virtually collapsed beneath her once he’d downloaded his balls, Belinda thought him dead, with no movement being shown.She eased herself back u... into a sitting position without putting her weigh on his body.“Bert…Bert are you alright?” she cried out.It was moments before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes.“Missy, you’re one hell of a fuck, wish I’d have known you 40 year ago. God, I’d have given you a seeing to…Hell!”Belinda started. We never saw Dad quite this drunk. I knew one thing, that if Dad called me to open the door I would have done it, but luckily he didn’t. Mom yelled to him to go sleep in the car. Neither she nor the kids were going to open the door. The next thing we heard was a big bang. We all ran downstairs, including Mom. Dad had just knocked the door down, breaking it clear off the hinges. He staggered around and put it up against the hole where the doorway was, and said he would fix it tomorrow. He told. She looked around the small restaurant as a waitress came forward to seat her. As Jolene took her seat she smiled inwardly as she thought about how neither of her men knew she was in Britain, they both thought she was still in China. She ordered a large glass of Pinot Grigio and looked around, noticing Sasha was stood at the Pass, merely four foot away from her. Jolene kept glancing at Sasha as she ordered her meal, tempted as she was to get Whatsapp again to message her men. She shook her head. As I roughly grabbed her bra clasp and unfastened it, I said, “Take those ugly thnigs off.” She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her panties down, my hand marks began to show bright red on her china-white ass. “Turn around,” I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panties from her feet, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my entire hand to grip between the cups and just pulled. Caught off guard, she.