He has an auto body place about two blocks from the bowling alley. I followed him over to it and he opened the door and led me in. As soon as the door...closed, he took me in his arms and began kissing me. I wanted a little more so I grabbed his ass through his jeans. He then started to take off my clothes and I let him strip me right there in the lobby of his store.”I reached up and slid her top off her shoulders. Then I had her stand as I undid her skirt and pulled it down and off. I pulled her. Feminism 3: Why does shit only happen to women!?Feminism 4: Put the seat back down, you little shit.Feminism 5: Men are shit.Fetishism 1: I love it when shit happens.Fetishism 2: If shit happens, go for more.Ford-ism 1: Our shit is Job One.Ford-ism 2: Have you had a shit lately?Fortean-ism: No shit??Freudianism 1: Shit is a phallic symbol.Freudianism 2: Shit that happens is like sex.Freudianism 3: Shit happens as a result of repressed sexual urges.Fundamentalism 1: If shit happens, you will go. The process of scooting down on the couch had caused her knee-length skirt to ride up. It was then barely covering her crotch.As she scooted down, I stood to give her the room she needed. "What a beautiful sight you are, Debbie." I told her as I gazed at her prone form.She smiled up at me and again held her hands and arms out in an invitation to join her.I quickly accepted the invitation, and laid on the edge of the couch facing her.We cuddled and petted each other for a short time. I was. Little bitch...”“I...think so..”she said, frowning. He had one large hand on her tits now. The cold water had made her nipples hard under the t-shirt. This was so different. She felt at home. The legs buckled under her and she dropped to her knees in the shower booth.“You must be a good girl, now..”“I must..try to...be a good girl...”She closed her eyes and leaned slightly forwards. Hear the sound of his fly coming down. “Suck it, bitch...”When she tried to speak, she had his cock on her lips..