I will let them tellit. Belle Starr.Both of our parents came to our house. Diane had called my parents andI had called Diane's parents. It was easier ...that way. We each said tothem, "Mom, Dad. Can you come over tonight? There is something we haveto tell you. No, it can't be done over the phone. Be here at six andyou will understand. We are serving a pot roast dinner. Yes steak wouldbe better, but we just got back and felt that shopping can wait untiltomorrow. Love you. Bye."Diane opened two. But this is nonsense; the important thing is that I hate her.She is lying on a gurney, breathing heavily. The moisture in her eyes shines. Her left hand is clenched into a fist, the other hanging loosely beside the side bar. She winces occasionally. Her nails are panted black. Whorish color. I hate her.She is wearing black leather shoes. They are simple but from expensive brand. Her pantyhose have floral motifs – whorish pantyhose. Her skirt is short but not provocatively short. Moderately. 'Your cute.' She said, as her hand grasped my cock through my trousers. 'How about we go back to mine and you can fuck my arse?' Jesus! My cock was popping harder than ever. 'Yeah okay.' She smiled and huskily said, 'Drink up.' I followed her up the stairs, watching her great behind swing left and right. We entered the bedroom and she dimmed the lights, turned and started french kissing me. I was pretty wasted, but so turned on by this powerful woman, as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. He was all too willing to give her what she wanted as the old man watched with his cock hard and sticking straight up. The old man was well hung for his age and seemed to be able to get a big hard cock with no problem. He thought if this young girl was his he would be hard all the time and in one of her holes constantly. She was so sexy and beautiful and her sex drive was high and she loved fucking as the old man watched. He could only imagine what happened between them after he left. But he.