I got her to the window of our second floor apartment and where i knelt and licked her wet, juicy cunt while she stood holding the window frame expose... to anyone watching from the road side from waist upwards. Soon she was dripping with honey from her lovepot and I knew i could take it a step ahead.I sttood up and asked her if she would come with me to the office as i had to pick a parcel. She protested that we first finish what we were doing. I convinced her it would be better if i was relaxed. The ceremony was as traditional as could be outside the fact that the bride was getting fucked in the mouth and ass while the priest spoke. Seeing that Daniel wasn’t shy about digging his fingers in Stephanie’s bare buttocks while the groom cried his vows, Steven couldn’t help himself popping one of her tits of the dress to massage and bounce around. It might have made him look like a pervert but if people knew of the tongue swiping the bottom of his shaft like a curler’s broom, they would. "Look, Ms. Carr, Steve is failing at math and I don't know what to do. I don't want to see him spend summer on school or repeat 8th grade again!" I am concerned with your son's situation, but you should take care of your son's education, Mrs. Palmer. If you were paying attention, he wouldn't get bad grades on math" Are you telling me I am a bad mother? If is that what you are saying, let me tell you that I did everything I could to help my son. I AM very worried about Steve's learning and I. I had been trapped in this house for a week and been repeatedly raped by a large, frightening dog. My mind raced over everything that had happened during the last week. Was this my fault? Had I done something to cause this to happen? For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Paul had anything to do with this. I mean, he could be such a mean, vindictive bastard. Was training his dog to want sex with women one of his kinks? But it didn’t make sense . . . why would Paul or Paul and Marcus want to.