Not his idea of fun, and second, the lesbo bitch was ... well, she was a lesbo bitch, not just that, but a MLF (Militant Lesbian Feminist) and inserti...ng his cigar into her pussy was akin to rape, even if he was sufficiently motivated to beg.Anyway, she was hanging up her whips, putting away her latex and leather suit, and her other paraphernalia. ‘‘That’s it, I am already pregnant, you’ll get your baby, one child, your heir. You’re never bringing that THING near me again,’’ his wife told him.He. I gave her one and kept the other for myself. We each ate ours in less than a minute and finished at about the same time. As soon as we were done, I immediately stood up and she followed suit within a second. ‘Let’s go!’ I said, reaching out my right hand to her. She took my hand and I walked her out to my car with our fingers interlocked. There were several motels less than a mile away, so it would be no problem getting to one of them before the weed took enough affect to hurt my driving. I. No. “I can’t ask you to do that.” “You don’t have to.” The blonde cleared her throat. “And Randy, fuck your mom. I don’t care what she thinks. Neither do you.” Her body froze, her breath catching in her throat. She knew. How? Last night? Did she talk in her sleep? Two hundred fifty feet. “I love you.” The pixie’s voice was quiet but firm. “But get out when I tell you.” She looked back at her lover, the most vital person she’d ever known. Sunlight grazed her collarbones and that blonde. "I haven't looked yet."We walk around the Blazer to take a look at the tail end. The plastic bumper is barely scratched, and the rear license plate has a slight dent in it. A few paint marks and glass pieces are embedded into a corner of the bumper, and I pick a shard out of the plastic to look at it."Well, it doesn't look like it's fatal," I say.Nicole frowns. "That's my dad's Volvo. He'll sure appreciate me driving his insurance payments up." This thing is going back to the rental company the.