You think you can do that, Jim said. I don’t see myself as having any trouble at all, I told him. Then he said when you done, don’t clean up just ...ome back to our hotel room. Whether he listened to me or watched me, it didn’t matter because I could do what I wanted now. I was excited getting wet and smiled because I knew what his nasty dirty game was and wanted to play.I will go back to the room and wait for your call, that is if you want to still want to go through with it. I smiled, and said. You haveno idea what I'd like to do to him for that. Just once I'd like to seehow he likes it!"Janice smiled. "I certainly understand why you feel that way."Kelly looked up at her mother. "I'd give anything to be Mark instead ofme."Janice was shocked. "How can you say that? You've got everything youwant!"Kelly shook her head. "It's not that. It's just... I don't know. Mark'sa boy. He can do stuff and get away with stuff that I can't. Andeveryone expects me to be all into being girly. She even went so far as to bend down and suck my flaccid prick with appreciation. It was the answer I wanted, but I didn't want it that fast.She began posing for anonymous postings on an amateur site, pictures that displayed her ample tits and pussy in bad bedroom light. The photography sessions turned her wetter than I had ever made her and she became a taut fleshy hellion in bed. But Ruth wanted take another man's cock, preferably younger and bigger than mine.She had her pick, as dozens of. She found them lying side by side in two hospital beds, their hands interlocked. “Mom!” Michaela broke down into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as Angela leaned over to comfort her raped and brutalized daughter. Angela kissed the girl’s forehead, shedding tears of her own.“My baby. Are you all right?” She knew the uselessness of the question before the words were even out of her mouth, but motherly instinct made them simply slip out nonetheless. She cradled her daughter’s head, stroking her.