"When you say I can do anything, does that mean I get to put my penis in you?" "No I can't let you have sex with me, but I'll let you feel my breasts...right now if you want." Kevin's cock was still hard from half hour ago and he just sat there speachless. He was frozen. He couldn't believe what was happening. The whole thing was almost to much for him. Ginger was getting impatient. "Hurry up we're almost home." She unfastened her seatbelt and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Kevin. It was Jessica, asking if she could come by and see me. I agreed. When she got there I was stunned. She looked terrible. I mean, you could still see that she was a beautiful woman, but obviously the past 7 years had been hard ones. She was 31 and looked 40. She told me her sad story. The Bandits were moving their base of operations to the Houston area, and told her she could not come with them. They literally threw her out of their clubhouse. It seems that in the past 7 years, she had borne 3. Brent's shorts andunderwear completely shattered off and fell off, Amber's shorts andunderwear fell to their feet as well. Brent and Amber's cheeks came to a stop nearly an inch away from eachother before they realized that their combination had stopped. Shocked,rattled and anxious Brent and Amber instinctively tried to pull away fromeach other, only to get tangled up in each other's leg and fall facefirst onto the ground. "Ouch! That hurt," said Amber, lifting her head up and rubbing her. ==========Subject Line: Take This, Word-WhoreGrushaVashnadze: You fucking needy, clichéd cumslut.Is acting like a pathetic pastiche the best trope you can come up with?If you want my message up your tight inbox, slut, you’re gonna have to fucking beg for it. Go on, tell me how much you fucking need it. I said on your knees, bitch, and fucking beg! Go on, worship that fucking message, cuntwhore, before I ram it all the way up your needy little fuckbox.Make your argument well, and I might even.