"Oh fuck, yes what?" He demanded with another swat."Oh fuck yes, daddy!" I said, not really knowing what he was looking forhere, but it seemed to soun... right.Another firm spank. "Umm, that's right I'm your Daddy bitch, I'm yourfucking man!" Slap. "And you my fucking girl!" Slap. "You my fucking ho!"Slap."Oh, fuck yes, make me your ho!" I was going out of my mind with arousal."Get over here then, bitch!" he said as he spun me around and practicallyshoved my head on his engorged rod.As I was. Her brother and I flew back home together in 1952. Spud, how is Frankie? He still stringing wire for the phone company? Spud these are my two sons. They've grown a bit since the last time you saw them." John nobody calls me Spud anymore, not for years. And it isn't Kennedy either, not since I married Frenchy Manning when Janet and Cindy were still little girls. Hi boys, you don't remember me, I'm Lois. I've known your father since the two of you were in short pants. Janet, go get Cindy there's. To start with my incident, its a true one and i just wanted to share this to you people thinking that even you people will enjoy reading it just like i do.My name is shailaja, 30 years old and 5.5 tall with correct amount of flesh at correct places and i am married 5 years back and my husband is a professional. He goes to office early and comes back late. i have a good bed life and no complaint about my husband in satisfying me. There is a assistant to my husband and his name is pavan. he works. Richie blinked in surprise."This guy's a friend of mine, okay?"Richie gave him a confused look. "The shrimp here is your friend?" That's Frank to you, buddy," Frank piped. "And not 'Frankie' either, I hate that."Richie snorted in derision, but quickly subsided when Jason glared at him. "Okay, no prob. I'm cool with that. The more geeks the merrier, right?" Just... just try to be nice for once," Jason muttered.Richie frowned. "Hey, I am nice. I'm Mr. Nice, okay?" And you're Mr. Fist, too," Frank.