She ran her hands through her sleek black hair and shook it out. Other men find me attractive, so he might, eventually. She watched the door click shu... behind him, then smoothed her skirt, covering her stocking tops. If I could break the ice, charm him…Huffing, she straightened the pens scattered on his desk then trailed her fingertips across the jacket hanging on his chair back. She breathed in the lingering scent on the fabric. Umm… he smelled as good as he looked.Bosses traditionally fuck. " Mr. Owens gets to stay. He's nice!" Jenny commands."He's not playing," Stewart tries to reason.Jenny appraises Owens for a moment and proclaims."Yes he is! He's the grampa!" she cries out. "You want to be the grampa?"she asks him."I believe I would be an ideal grampa," he says."See!" Jenny declares. "And he looks like a grampa so he's ok." She turnsto Stewart. "You have to dress like a mommy!" she insists."This is wrong," Stewart whispers to me. "I'm not dressing up like awoman." You. They say it was a cop's gun. But, that doesn't mean anything. Years back, the cops were selling their 38 specials off to every Saturday night Johnny who wanted to shoot someone. Who did it? Obviously, they were getting back at the family by shooting the dog. That stupid mutt was everybody's friend. No one would have shot the dog unless they hated Jack, Roberta, or Junior Warner." You think a criminal did it as revenge to get back at Jack?" Naw. Everyone knows Jack's letting all the criminals go. He holds her head like he is holding a small box of homemade free pussy, which it is, and keeps humping his cock up her belly and making her hips stick to his hips while her body is lying carelessly on top of him. She is looking here and there, noticing everything around yet her hips are glued to her nigger fucktoy just like a bitch is fucked doggy-like by dogs in the streets. They became dogs themselves, just existing at that point to give each other pleasures. She got way too horny to utter a.