"Stacy looked on as Harding's mind recalled long forgotten memories. She remembered that name vaguely. He was a very rotten boy, with a verysexist att...itude. He was sure he was gods gift to girls and acted likeit. Was quite spiteful and arrogant. Made comments to her and they werequite sexually insulting. He was also sure no one could touch him.She remembers when her friend Diana has picked him up, worked him overand delivered him to her place secured. He leaned quickly to respect heras she had. " Emily, I'm going to make you a promise, right now. For the next two years, I promise that I will make no plans that don't include you." Are you serious?" Absolutely." Is that a marriage proposal?"He chuckled. "No, but it's close. It's like 'engaged to be engaged.' But I'm serious." Then I'll make the same promise. For starts, I'd like to apply to Stanford for graduate school. Or maybe UC Berkeley. It's got a great engineering department, too." Oh, Emily. I'd like that so much. We wouldn't. Morris!” I howled.“Yes, yes, cum!” Britney moaned, still shuddering through her own orgasm. “I'm cumming!” Mrs. Morris moaned. “Oh, yes, I'm cumming.”“That's wonderful, honey!” Mr. Morris panted.I plunged my dildo into his wife's cunt with hard strokes. My head threw back. The pleasure burst through my body. My cunt writhed and spasmed, juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled through my rapture. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, waves of rapture rushing. Yann stared, but against the afternoon sun he couldn't recognise her at first. She was unwrapping a long patterned scarf from her bunched up dreadlocks, letting them fall onto her naked arms, glowing orange in the sun. He half-covered is eyes to see better and recognised her. It was Viki, the owner of the cafe downstairs, their boss. In the golden evening sun right behind her, Viki's ginger dreadlocks glowed in all the shades of brass and fire, her silhouette surrounded by thin frame of a halo..