”“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry Tony, I promise I won’t tell no one. You’re my girl you got it?”“Yeah,” Tony said.“Hold on to the chair,�... Robert said.Tony grabbed the seat tightly. Robert shoved his cock in pulling the folding chair toward him. He worked his hips hard. Holding the chair up on two legs he fucked little Tony for all he, she, was worth, jabbing his plup pecker into Tony’s sweet ass hard and deep. Pounding into that tight, virgin, dry ass. Beads of sweat broke out on their bodies, Tony. ”Betty’s face changed from threatening to a grin as she apologized, “Oh, that, John. Sorry honey, I will be running along now.” She waved at us and headed up the street.Jenny came over and hugged me and asked, “What are you doing here?”“I just came down to see if you had time to get something to eat, and I brought you something.” Jenny took my hand, and we crossed the street and went into the diner and sat in a booth.Trudy approached our booth with a pad in hand and gave me the same ‘you’re a. "Am I going to look like mymother? or worse maybe my grandmother?" Well since they either gave birth to you or wiped your ass, I'm sure nomatter what I do they'll be some resemblance?" said Bianca before a bigsmile filled her face. "I'm a beautician, not a magician, Danielle." Yeah but..." Dan began to say."But relax and don't fidget, or your nails will be fucked up. Now if theylook anything like your sister, then you're lucky to have their genes,"laughed Bianca as Marlene was working hard on. “This is wonderful,” is all Emma can think.As Donald soaps a cloth and begins to wash Emma’s arms he asks her, “So why the pout? Don’t you like to take a bath.”Emma is embarrassed by why she pouted and replies sweetly, “Oh no, this is a wonderful way to take a bath.”And she leans against his chest, feeling his hard prick pressing against her crack. Her asshole is still a little sore from what happened before lunch, but it is such a nice, enjoyable sore.Donald washes her arms, neck, moves to.