"Please what? Say it… Say it, whore!" The last word was virtually spat out as Carol positioned herself behind Emma. One hand guided the feeldoe, the...other reached up to grab a clump of Emma's hair. "Fuck me, fuck my whore’s ass." The words had hardly left Emma's mouth when Carol yanked on Emma's hair, snapping her head back. Their eyes met, reflected in the mirror above the bed. Then Carol slammed her hips forward, driving the feeldoe into Emma's tight puckered rectum. The scream sounded to. Fence. I remembered an article about live fences, involving barberry and a type of locust tree—thornapple? I thought we could do pretty well with one of the newer cottonwood variants that would grow over four feet a year. I did a little online research at the library. I had four plants that I wanted to ask about at a local nursery. Mentor barberry is a nasty little bastard that likes to spread. We'd probably have to plant it between buried rows of cinder blocks.Hardy orange is planted around. I thought that she was pretty but in a subtle way. She had perfect creamy white skin with sandy blonde shoulder length hair. Her gray sunflower speckled eyes complimented her looks ands you could tell at first sight that she was an easy going person. Grace and I became very close and she taught me everything I needed to know about certain teachers and stuff like that when the school year began. One day while we were on the bus for a meet at another high school grace and I were talking about. But that was okay because I sure took the edge off., and as it turned out the best was yet to CUM. Within 15 minutes I was stiff as a fucking rock all over again because I knew I wanted more, and I was looking at hot centerfolds and reading dirty letters and Penthouse and stuff like that just getting really turned on. Taking a few magazines into the living room, I opened some to key images and stroked to them as I browsed the lustful ladies showing me their hot bodies.Getting a towel from the.