30 I got in my car and left. I arrived and knocked on the front door. My friends mother, Andrea, average height, brunette with a set of perky c-cup br...asts answered the door in a bath towel. "Oh Jason! Long time no see, how have you been?" I stood there admiring her gorgeous legs, long and tanned and looked up startled, "Oh good thanks, yourself?" "I'm just fine, come on in." I stepped in and smelt her perfume as I brushed past her. "Andrew is just in the shower getting ready, make yourself at. Great thing about America, I don’t have to like what you like, or you like what I care about. Many people read these stories for pure escapism. This one was a part of a sub-category that was more reality and people based, less fantasy in a way. I wanted it to be more realistic for how people think and feel. Why people do things is sometimes more important than what they do. I understand that not everyone feels that way. I wrote this story, all chapters, and submitted it at once. Roll of the. Somehow, though, she had managed to wear her opponent down, finally getting through her guard and demolishing her with a series of lightning blows of great force to the head, finally and memorably sending her, in that immortal and well worn phrase, crashing to the canvass. As she was taken towards her day's work at the Bank, something of the excitement and exhilaration of the dream's triumphant ending came back to her, although Penny Lyle had never lifted a finger against a fellow human or. I had no choice but to do the same. I swung the flogger and was rewarded with a feeble squeal. Number two and three brought no response at all but number four gave me a loud squeal as I strayed a little bit low and the flogger bit into the untouched skin of her upper thigh. This seemed to please Agnes and she winked at me as she took the flogger away. She walked back to the cupboard talking over her shoulder as she did so.“She needs to turn around,” she said, “can you manage that?”“No problem,”.