With the Dyson. Then he went to find hismother, to see what he needed to do next. He would rather sit, his feetwere so sore, but she made it clear tha... was not an option. He foundher sitting in her room, repairing a blouse with needle and thread."Have you finished downstairs honey?" Yes mom, I was hoping to rest for a while?" holding his hands in frontof his apron, feet dancing a bit as he tried to relieve the pain thehigh heels were causing."Hmmmm, have you checked the mail yet?" She looked. This was a dream situation, so I said the hell with it. How many times do we get to live out a fantasy like this. I grabbed her by the hair. She smirked. I pulled head back. Her jaw was completely open as I shoved my cock straight down her throat. She gagged on the last few inches, but didn't pull away. I pulled her head away and she was smiling. I slapped her playfully and she started to squirm a bit. I shoved my cock back into her throat and started to pump the full length all the way out,. She should have known better. There was really no use for tears now. She should have managed to say no to him yesterday but she couldn't.A kid was looking at her and she glared at him furious. How dare he look at her? It was her pain and her right to experience it alone without other people feeling sorry for her.She tried to calm herself and focus on what others were doing. There was a couple in front of her that was kissing. She wanted to kill them, she wanted to tear them apart. How could the. I knew everyone was expecting me out at my party so I readjusted my boner and pushed past the Coach. The night went on and the Coach seemed to be getting progressively more drunk, yet I hadn't seen him drink more than 1 or 2 beers. When the party had ended the Coach was still there talking to my parents and saying goodbye. Before he was about to leave my dad said "Jack are you sure you're okay to drive home? Why don't you let Mark drive you and he'll bring your truck back tomorrow morning"My.