)Please check hair color:Females: [ ] Blonde [ ] Platinum BlondeTeenagers: [ ] Purple [ ] Blue [ ] SkinheadPlease check activities you perform while d...iving: (Check all that apply)[ ] Eating[ ] Applying make-up[ ] Talking on the phone[ ] Slapping kids in the backseat[ ] Having sex[ ] Applying cellulite treatment to thighs[ ] Tanning[X] Snorting cocaine (already checked for ease of application)[ ] Watching TV[ ] Reading Variety[ ] Surfing the net via laptopPlease indicate how many times:a) you. "You're not going to object, Joan? You're just going to sit there and let Dave play with your married tits?" I challenged with my lust and anger tangled in a knockdown drag-out fight, as my cock strained against my pants."You tell him to stop, Pete," Joan countered, her voice shallow, breathy, and broken."Oh... I think we've already established that if you don't object, it's OK with me. Remember?" I retorted as Joan's eyes closed and her head tipped back in ecstasy."Well, I sure as hell don't. She realized she had no choice; she couldn't let them see this black man; so she did she was told.He took her to the bed and put her on her hands and knees, pushing her head to the bed. He pulled up her dress and slip till they were hanging from her waist, and pulled her lacy sheer panties to her knees, then spread her thighs apart. She was whimpering, knowing resisting was futile, tearful as he dropped his trousers and underwear, approaching her with his rigid cock. To her distress she was. Mom had worked in an alteration shop at a dry cleaner. So I knew that it would not take her long to get done. Mom sat down on the bed as I had begun to change my clothes. She wanted to see how much of an alteration was needed. Of course the sleeves had to go my style was more sleeveless. Mom stood up and started cutting the seams of the sleeves. The front sagged down some. Mom stated that I only dreamed that I would have breast her size. .