I lower the window, admitting some cool air along with the fumes of the freeway, then tune the radio to a heavy metal station. Its not what I usually ...listen to, but Im fairly certain I wont hear an unfortunately timed ballad or something we danced to on a long-ago summer night. I dont want to arrive with red-rimmed eyes, even if I suspect that Ill end up leaving that way. When I reach my destination in the suburbs, I wonder if this outing might be some perverted form of self-torture or if Im. ... I stop n she looks at me i just say nevermind watch the movie. Next scene Michelle in tub with shower head helping herself along when husband and son bust in water begins to spray every where as she is suprised and son says mommy daddy has an owie will you kiss it and she sees blood stains on his tightie whities . Again she is hysterical and all i can do is drool over how much her breasts move as she laughs so hard. Speaking of hard. I am so hard from looking at her i try to adjust. We. The protestors and the convention goers were only yards apart now. Sean touched his iPod. The iPod was connected to his radio, so it immediately sent out the tune he picked to the earpieces of all of the stormtroopers. The tune was John Williams’ Imperial March. Everyone opened fire. Rubber bullets hurt. That is a fact of life. And while making the bullets out of rubber limits the odds of penetration into the body, the worst thing that can happen is if someone takes one in the eye, but that is. He looked down between them, taking in the sight of their coupling. Her dark wet hair just above her slit, his cock grinding up into her. Only the base of his cock was visible, the rest of him vanishing inside of her. For minute or two Lucia just sat there watching him, a knowing smile on her face, as he enjoyed the feeling of completeness brought on by having her wrapped around him. Then she leaned over him once more, her face close to his. She braced herself against the tub with one hand next.