You coming to say hi?”“Uh-uh…You can have all of that fun to yourself,” I said.“Remember, Teddy,” she said sternly. “This is our little ...ecret.”She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she breathed into my ear: “Don’t stay up too late, you big hunk.”I watched her make her way back up the garden path in her high heels, her hips swaying more than usual. I tilted my head to get a better view when, suddenly, she stopped and bent down to adjust her stockings. Mom spotted me through. “He ripped my top open and tore my bra down to my waist then searched my clothes and lifted my, umm ah titties, squeezed them and pulled my nipples. I don’t think he was just searching anymore since his slacks were, umm tenting,” she not-too-subtly eyed the cop’s cock surge. “He ripped my bra apart. See?” She hesitated briefly, looked around at the building crowd and pulled her blouse out of her skirt then pushed it off her shoulders to brazenly show her torn bra at her waist and big, bare,. He knew she would love this as he entered her again. She let out another scream, incoherent words whispered in the pillows, which he could not make out but guessed the words "fuck" and "me". He thought he heard the word ass. He knew that was another favourite of hers but didn't want to go there just yet. She needed to feel him enter her pussy from behind. Feel all of him inside her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him as he moved back and forth inside her. He could hear her moan. .thing.Hello. You mayhave heardabout me. My name is Chris Griffin, and not much is known about me. I'm mainly considered a "space occupier", among other things, but that's only because everyone's too busypaying attention to either Brian, Stewie or Peter. There's a lot more to me than what is seen on the surface.As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monatti tried to turn me into something.