"Fuck!" exclaimed Violet"What is it hun?" Bruce asked from the bathroom.He had managed to get out of his boring boy clothes, had slipped into panties,... pantyhose and a pink camisole. He was in the process of putting on some makeup."That fucker removed his profile." What? What does that mean?" Bruce asked."It means he's a chickenshit piece of shit. Worse than a sissy husband."Violet loved Bruce but had gotten accustomed to verbally abusing him. She didn't mean it most of the time but Bruce's face. I pushed my tongue all the way out and plunged into her waiting sex. The apartment echoed with Louise’s cries of passion… * * * * * After we stepped out of the shower, Louise began shivering. I wrapped a towel around her and helped to dry her off. She did the same for me. We gathered up our night clothes and took them into the bedroom. The sweet strains of Yanni still played in the background as I led Louise under the covers of the mattress that passed for my bed. Feeling her cool and refreshed. Her eyes widened with excitement as she climbed the stairs quietly and peeked into the dimly lit bedroom.The young girl gasped when she saw her mother sitting on Ted's cock, bouncing up and down while her huge tits flopped lewdly about on her chest. Her head was thrown back and she was uttering an endless string of obscenities as she fucked her drooling pussy up and down on Ted's thick cock shaft."Ohhhh, honey, ream me out! Shove your prick all the way up my cunt and screw my brains out!" the. I’ve got a girl to dress for my fiance, her ... master. Can you help?”“O ... kay,” wow, something even this place wasn’t used to. Given the introduction I would have thought she’d heard it all. She recovered faster than I did, “What’re you looking for? Classy? Flashy? Trashy?”“Definitely not trashy. She’s actually the reason I’m engaged. I like her very much.”“Have her touch the plate too, let me see what we’re working with.”“I don’t want her to know what I’m getting, can you do that? It’s a.