I knew her to be a serious and unusual specimen of teenaged girl, but... "No, the car will be in my name. You're still a minor. And I have title. So i... it disappears from my control ... Like if you were to take off for parts unknown..." I left that unspoken."Alan! I would NEVER do that! I don't have ANYTHING without YOU!" Baby," I said, using the term as if she were my child, "I believe you. But I also know that strange ideas come across people's minds. Just saying." You needn't worry.. I finally settled on a T-shirt that had a picture of a vacuum and a fan on the front. The fan is saying 'YOU SUCK' and the vacuum is saying 'BLOW ME'. I remembered Margie had never been a prig when it came to humor but even so, I tried to pick out the least disgusting disgusting T-shirt I thought she might find acceptable.When she answered the door, all the reasons I'd had such a crush on her came flooding back into my brain. She was all decked out in designer jeans and a pale yellow knit top,. Margaret wondered if his cock was sore from fucking her cunt so much."Good morning, darling. Give Mommy a nice kiss."She embraced her son, lewdly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, squeezing his ass. When Henry finally broke the obscene embrace, he had grown a giant, rock-hard boner that now tented blatantly through the sheer flannel."Did you sleep well after fucking Mommy last night, honey?" Yes." And you've got another big hot hard-on now." Margaret shook her head, as if humorously. I’ll assume you are. Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I’ll say right off that I have a lot of respect for you, trusting your wife to a big, ugly, black dude that you don’t even know. I’ll tell you right off that she’ll be okay, maybe a little out of her comfort zone, but she’ll be safe with me.”“First, I need to tell you what you’re looking at. These glasses,” he pointed to his eyes, apparently wearing glasses, “are state of the art cameras and microphones. There are two lenses and two mikes..