"Bianca, the pretty blonde always wins, right? She gets a doting husband, a handsome dolt who adores her." She looked around. "That's winning isn't it..." Anybody else - Mike? Come on, you always have an opinion." Petruchio, obviously. He tames the shrew, weds her and beds her." He extended both arms and smiled broadly. "The end. Curtain." Hard to argue about that, but let me suggest another way to look at it. When the play begins, who is the unhappiest person, the angriest? It isn't Petruchio,. I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrustsof my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy."I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and myhead began tossing from side to side, I had lost allself-control. With that, Mike began to cover me withhis boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face andmine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxingtogether for what seemed ages. Mike finally loweredhis face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweetlips."Thanks Dad! I think. It's late at night and you can't see a thing. You can't see who it is and the only thing you know for sure is that it's not your Husband. But it feels so good, you just let yourself go and let him have his way with you. Just then Tim gave my hard little clit a gentle squeezes through my sexy little panties that sent bolts of lighting through my body.I moaned MMMMMM YES, as I pushed my crotch up to his hand. My hips had a mind of their own as they started rocking up and down. I then moaned out,. Unfortunately, he had to drop us at the Sheriff's office. The bikes bothered me and so did the pistol. "Miss Maxine, if you trust me, you can leave that piece with me. My shop is right down the street. When you finish here, just stop by. Don't worry, I know you can kick my ass, I ain't planning to steal it." Thanks, Eddie, I'll owe you one." Max, I would rather you owe me one, than ten other women give me one," he said, with a giggle like a schoolgirl.The man who came from the small brick.