.." That dress would look terrific on you," she interrupted, stopping to point out a spaghetti strapped sundress, yellow with a soft spray of white po...ka-dots."No, I..." Would look good on me too," she went on, lifting up the tag and then looking back at me in frank appraisal."I'm okay." Don't try and stop me from spoiling you. The effort will prove very futile." But..." Bathing suit, that's what we're here for," she said, nodding towards the swimwear department and leading me off like a. His girth was enormous but I was so wet I could have gotten a baseball bat in there. He penetrated me and slowly with each stroke penetrated deeper as I screamed with each stroke. His rhythm increased. I relaxed and produced so much lubrication I offered no more resistance. No man has ever been so deep inside me and I moaned in pleasure as me pounded me like a well oiled machine. I was yet to fell the full force of his power as he lifted me again and layed me on the floor my legs thrown back. Just then, Frankie heard the sound of a roaring engine. Tires squealed as a car stopped outside the garage, then Greg, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and holding a gun in his hand, burst through the door. He looked at Frankie, then down at Ronny, who was still struggling, and a smile formed on his lips. ‘Damn, Frankie!’ he said. ‘Looks like you didn’t need me. You OK?’ ‘I…I’m fine,’ Frankie replied. ‘I’m a little messed up, but I’m not hurt.’ Greg shoved his gun into his belt while he looked. " What do you want? I've already offered brownies." And that's what I want. But not when I want them. I want the entire tray of brownies, cut -- cut small for that matter -- but not one piece removed. I want them baked Sunday night for me to take to school Monday morning. For that you get the walk shoveled for this storm and for the next one, too."Rachel Anderson was hardly the chockaholic that her son was. Still, the cook was entitled to her share; and she had planned to save a few pieces for.