Itfelt awkward of course, but I managed, and must have made an impressionon mom since she even commented on it.After we had put our stuff in the trunk... of the car, mom and I stopped ata fast food joint, had some lunch, and I expected to go home. But shedrove across town, stopping at a recording studio. Not well known, itwas a place for people to record songs, but they had to pay for it andyou only got two copies."I brought that sheet music that your father bought Linda. I thought youwould like. Well, if you're lucky, maybe they'll leave a couple of dollars to your name in their will. That way, you might actually be able to fix that disaster of a thing called your hairstyle, yeah?"You briefly run your hands through your hair in reaction to his continued jabs at your presentation of self. With no mirrors around, you can't validate his claims. Seeing your self-consciousness about the state of your hair, he laughs and shakes his head. "I'm kidding, friend. You look great. And by great, I. ‘Dunno,’ one of his friends replied. She saw the fear in Beth’s dark eyes. They mirrored her own state of mind. She put her index finger to her lips, conveying to her to remain silent and still. When the group of young men moved on, she held Beth tightly and sighed in relief. ‘Jeez, what a night!’ she whispered. ‘Ditto that,’ Beth said, shaking her head. * * * They went back to Lorraine’s apartment near Lake Merritt, and sat on the couch drinking water. Her place had a large, panoramic. As soon as he felt the warmth of her pussylips wrap themselves around his tip, Curly shoved forward hard. In that very first thrust, he managed to bury six inches of his vibrating cock."OOOOHH!" Megan groaned, luxuriating in the feel of the dog's cock.Curly quickly got into the flow of fucking this new bitch as only a beast can. Fast and hard, his rear humped, burying his dick deeper with each thrust."Dear god, forgive me!" Megan screamed out. "Forgive me for this blasphemous weakness!"Megan.