Iknow what false pretenses are. What do you mean?" Look, Kandy, remember when we met? You know, at my birthdaycelebration at 'A Cut Above.'" I'M NOT...STUPID. Of course I remember. You think I'm retarded orsomething?"Yeah, she's displaying the symptoms I feared. Reactive aggression."No, Kandy, I don't think you're stupid or retarded. Quite thecontrary. I just wanted to place your mind in the moment so I canexplain what's bothering me." Oh, so that's how it is? Now I bother you?" Kandy,. "Please, please, let me kiss it!" he cried, his voice little more than a strangled gasp."Why preacher man, what are you doing here?" Joan cried in mock surprise.She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her skirt higher, her hand working at her excited cunt."Do you want to look at it?" she said, removing her hand."I want to suck it. Please, please..."Joan held her skirt high with both hands. "Why, Reverend, you're a naughty, naughty man." she said.Her cunt was covered with curly hair several. Her ears wear ringing, her vision was blurring. She tried to push his arm away but her hand just limply fell back into her lap. ‘A few more breaths, you’re almost there, just a few more.’ He said. Her eyes were fluttering now, she was unable to keep them open any longer. In the light of the car she thought she recognized his face. Her eyes just fell shut. For a moment she tried to fight the strong sleepy current that was pulling her under, but the fumes were way to strong. . I worked a finger into the boy's asshole. > "Please don't do this mate, please, I beg you. I won't go to the >coppers, >I swear. I swear. Just let me go." He said shit like this...you know the >routine. > "Of course you won't go to the police. You don't want everyone to know >you were fucked up the ass, and you know how the tabloids over here are. >Shit, they will have photos of you on the front page. Of you and of well >fucked Linda there. Look at the cum running out of Linda's pussy. My oh.