Mr. Johnson's hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb gently teasing her clit. Patricia gasped a little. In spite of her soreness, she could feel... moistness accumulating in her pussy. She had to fight an urge to grab his hand and force it inside her, to thrust against his pressure. She smiled, bemused by her own wantonness. Mr. Johnson flicked her sensitive little bud faster. “You like that, don't you? Don't fight it, my horny little princess. Just relax. Let yourself go. Be the slut. He looked down and admired the shape of her legs, the bends and the curves of them as she strode his way. Strange, but now that his wife wasn't around and he could stare directly, something came alive in him that he hadn't felt in years. Boldness. Daring. He knew he was as hard as a rock in his shorts, and it felt so good! So fuckin' good! He felt like a kid again. Loaded, like he was 17, and could hammer away at pussy all night long. He felt so alive! Especially when he looked at her mound,. ” you grunt. But then the gorgeous woman comes running up.“Did you push him into the shrubs?” she asks, a look of anger on her face.“I did. In fact, I have a deal for you.” you say, realizing your advantage here.“Which is?” the woman prompts.“You’re his mother, right?” you check.“Yeah.” the woman says.“I’ve been bullying your son all year. He hates me now, right?” you mock, and Charlie sobs harder.“Oh. Baby. It’s ok. Mommy’s going to fix this.” she says, and bites her lip.“You’re going to obey. Too damn stupid to think for herself. Good for sex, but nothing else.(I slapped her)Amy: Did that make you feel any better, Michael? Remember, I am the last woman on earth.(A knowing sound comes from the women in the audience)Amy: See, you have two choices—Yes, and No! Unless, you and God can zap up 23 others, just like me. I declare Michael; your ribs are beginning to poke out. It ought to be easier this time.Michael: I've told you before, I think your creation jokes are a load of crap! I.