Then I straightened up. I told him I knew everything. I told him I could easily file for divorce and expose his sexual habits to his clients and ruin ...his business. He looked at me with a fixed stare as I pretended to mull over the possible consequences. "But," I said finally, "I'm not prepared to send three years of marriage down the drain. On the other hand I'm not prepared to let you carry on screwing around." I felt into my handbag for my last purchase of the day. "You know what this is?" I. . How I'd like to see if the color of her pubic hair was as light brown as the hair on her head. Atop the pile of her clothes, I saw another pair of her panties, rumpled. Would they carry her scent, I wondered?"Well, will you?" her voice brought me back with a start."I'm sorry. Didn't hear you. Will I what?"A flash of light caught my attention. It was on the wall separating her bunk bed from the bathroom and I suddenly remembered that a long-empty screw hole was on that wall. When I'd first. But Kurt was drooling at the sight of Gemma dressed in the airline uniform and insisted she kept it on. Candy explained that Gemma was only 13 and preferred anal, while licking the head of his penis. Gemma reluctantly climbed onto Kurt's prone body and felt Candy feeding his prick into her moistening bum-hole. The orgy went very quiet whilst all eyes focussed on his enormous length disappearing inch by inch into her bum. Gemma held her breath until the entire length was buried in her arse, and. She ran away from the torment, she ran out of school and ran all the wayhome in tears.She ran up the stairs and into her room lunging face down onto the bedto sob away her miseries."I'm not a pancake," she mustered to her self whilst rolling around onher bed, "little girls do not have a body like mine."She hopped off her bed and collected a mirror from her bedside table.The mirror was a large handheld piece in silver plate, it was an antiqueher mother had obtained in France but really, it was a.