“And don't forget my lethal backhand and my impeccably good taste,” he added. Miranda sighed theatrically, “I do so like modesty in a man.” H... ignored the remark. “If you have nothing better to do, pack a weekend bag and be outside your flat at ten sharp on Saturday morning.” “And what might this bag contain?” Miranda asked. “Overnight stuff, little black dress and trimmings, for dinner. Tennis kit, all white . Wear smart casual to travel; jeans would be good.” “How can I resist?” Miranda. " "Well, I guess now we have to decide that, don't we?" She seemed a little hesitant, so I continued. "I mean, maybe we couldpay them off." She shrugged, "um, perhaps, I suppose." "I know people who could send Tyrone back up for parole violation." She looked concerned about that, "oh, um, you know, it's not just, him." "Well, sure, but he's the main guy. I think the others would backoff if I sent some muscle to talk to them." "Well, " she paused, "I kind of feel. “IT FEELS LIKE YOUR GOINGGGGG TO RIPPP ME IN HALF ........UUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!” Even though she had just had a baby, Rita had never had anyone as well hung as Dad and it took her body a moment to adjust. Dad continued to push forward, her pussy giving way to his thick cock, the wet lips drooling her hot cum all over his dick.“YESSSSSS............PUSH IT IN.............FILL ME......I WANT IT ALL!!!!!!!!” Pushing forward as he pulled her back, his cock stretched her open as she screamed. She acted. Still, her intuition kicked in and she stopped at the desk just longenough to take a good look at the girl. Early 20s, probably still atuniversity, with a cute face hiding behind librarian glasses and a maneof long blonde hair piled up on her head. She had a stunning figure andwasn't afraid to put her tits on display for the world. The short skirtand sexy heels were hidden behind the desk, but Clarice could see asexual animal hiding behind her small town girl exterior.She might be a promising.