What gives? Is this woman a sociopath? A misandrist? I pride myself on being a good judge of character. I’ve locked horns with abusive women in the ...college before. I just never thought Bernadine would be one of them. Unfortunately, she is.I guess she’s a villain. Like Samuel L. Jackson said in Unbreakable, villains always recognize heroes when they see them. And like true pretenders, they hate the real thing. I think she’s jealous of my abilities and my success… What should I do? The only thing. We made small talk but I knew what she wanted to know and eventually she came out and asked me what I intended to do to her later? I didn’t answer but gave her a knowing smile and told her it didn’t matter. For the next thirty minutes we sat drinking, making small talk but mostly just enjoying the warmth of the sun. As we chatted the groups started to fragment, presumably returning back to work. Soon there was only the couple left who were now getting ready to depart, leaving the two men and an. There was no turning back now, she realized. Even if she'd wanted him to, her young son couldn't just forget that he'd fucked his own mother's cunt.And she didn't want him to. A lascivious smile spread across Lana's face as she remembered how her boy had pounded her pussy the night before.And not even her ex-husband had fucked her as beautifully as her son. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the nakedness of her sleeping child. His lean, muscular body looked so beautiful in. I had heard she was a fairly decent looker too however, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was, could she actually act?"After I leave, call him back and set something up for this evening, preferably around dinner time. I don't really have any plans, and Susan's going to be out of town for a couple of days herself." Need a dinner date?" Only if you don't mind fucking Bill later," I told her, or joining the two of us maybe, that might be fun, just not sure we'd be able to dump Bill very.