He twisted a knob to adjust the chair's throbbingHer pussy clenched hard and her head started bobbing"My dear Mrs. Claus, I don't mean to be brutal,Bu...t surely you see that resistance is futile.These days many icons have been recreatedNow it's your turn, yes your bimbo-hood's fated.But as destinies go, yours is no cause to grieveA bimboslut's happy, though sometimes naive.You'll be so very happy you can't help but giggleAnd so very horny you'll just want to wriggle!When we're done with you, you. She helped the girls with preparations.George looked worried when he came in. I took him in the den, while the girls gushed to Cindy about the house."What's the problem, George?" I asked. "Is Cindy having a hard time or something?" No, it's not Cindy. It's Margie. She came to the house over the Labor Day weekend. She was all upset. It seems that her friend had run off with a younger woman the first of the year. Margie had moved in with this other woman that she knew. Now this other woman is. )V: "Why didn't you stay with him if he was that good?"H: "Cause he was a dick. (Some laughing and then) A dick head with a dick. His cock was the only thing he had going for him."And then they left the room. Was that the secret? They went in groups of anywhere from two to five or six so they could gossip? I started to go back to the party when I heard the bathroom door open and a woman giggle. Myra Thomas said, "What are you giggling about Sarah?" I know something that you don't know." Yeah,. She and Her sister were sitting there, both in tight jumpers, and punters were chatting to Her, and taking pics with Her for a tenner. I gulped and edged a bit closer. I didn’t really want to be there with any other blokes, so I shuffled forward gradually, pausing every few seconds. I carried on like that for half an hour, covering a foot or so every minute, until I was in sight of Her stand. When the girls were looking in other directions, I shuffled forward another few feet, then stopped. If.