If there was one word to describe Angela, it was ‘bitch’. Angela cared little for anybody except herself. She had been determined to be a rich wom...n since her childhood days. She fought her way up the ladder, and didn’t care who she had to step on to get there. Two days after her 23rd birthday, she got her wish. She became an official Trophy Wife when she married Olin Boddiford, an 85 year old entertainment industry titan, who was seemingly on his last legs. While Angela professed her love for. I spread her cunt lips and pushed the tip of my tongue deep into her love hole; the nice aromaAnd the wetness and hotness of her cunt made me wild. I used my thumb to play with her love button also. She was clutching my head and pushing it deeply into her crotch. My nose was buried deep into her thick bush and was getting tickled nicely.She stopped for a moment and separated my mouth from her wet hole and stood up. I started kissing her thighs, and went down till her toes. Then she kept her leg. Isabel and I step forward in place are offering on the shrine, as tradition dictates we share a long kiss. Isabel and I are accustomed to hearing gasps caused by the glow that surrounds us, it is slightly unusual not to hear them. As Isabel and I break our kiss, the couples there still linger in their kiss. It is our turn to be shocked. They each glow as we do. As we return to our companions Samuel jokes, You two are contagious. I think even Ben and Ruth are catching the love bug. They blush. One day, it was basically ‘we’ve done all we can for them so we’ll just keep them here until they quit or graduate.’”“The stupid thing -- he has to formally withdraw from school. For too many absences, they’ll make him repeat the year.”“Once a week I have to read aloud some elementary school level story so they can say they’re working on my reading skills. There’s no algebra for us...” Tim changed his voice to a hillbilly accent, “jus’ addin’, subtractin’, multiplyin’, and dividin’. Dat’s all.