"I don't know. I need to teach him a lesson." "Why don't you just break up with him," Jerry wondered. "Oh I'm going to break up with him alright. But ...before I do...I'm going to get him back. This is the third time I've caught him." "What you need is the gay maker," Frank said. "Dude...that's pretty rash," Jerry said. "This guy is fucking it up for the rest. He's pissing off all the women and giving guys a bad name. Besides, this is my sister man. I can't let that son of a bitch fuck around on. "I know I was such a bitch to you. I wish there was something I could do to make up for it."Bianca began letting her imagination run wild. She imagined tying Lindsey to her bed and fucking her in the ass with her thick rod, letting her know how it felt to be abused. She imagined Lindsey on her knees, working on her long cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head until it exploded in her mouth. Maybe there was something she could do to make up for it after all..."Well, how about we. She could not move her eyes. With all her heart, shewanted to scream but she could not even breathe. She thought of her granddaughterasleep upstairs ? so tiny and so defenseless. She knew that she must closethe damned door and grabbed desperately for the doorknob. She should just graspthe damned motherless knob and slam the damned motherless door shut. Suddenlyclumsy, she just couldn't close her damned hand around the damned motherlessdoorknob. At first, she couldn't even move her arm and then. The cyclist passed by unawares of our little detour and I breathed a sigh of relief as she disappeared into the distance. By this time, Sharon had taken her mouth off my well-sucked cock and stood up to rest herself against my chest as she realized what had happened. She grinned and laughed softly at the look of relief on my face."Maybe I should have asked her to join us," she teased, "You have more than enough to go around," She was still holding my red hot poker and eased herself against my.