I wasn't expecting a welcoming parade, but I suppose my reputation preceded me again. I then heard strains of "It's Raining Men," blared from afar and... I suddenly remembered this is Pride week, so I took her arm and lead us further down the block in order to be heard. I was hoping the "I Heart Pussy" tee I bought from a local vendor wasn't too subtle. As she took in a variety of men in their Daisy Dukes, she offered her hand and, "I'm Joan Watson...Doctor Joan Watson." What a fitting name for my. She had no idea where Lindsey was and told me that she'd make some enquires and call me back."She's out of the country, Mack. I just spoke to Joan and she says that Lindsey has gone off with her cousin and her husband; you know Jeffrey the soldier. Joan thinks that they are over in America somewhere, but she has no idea exactly where; the west coast somewhere. Conway thinks he heard mention of San Francisco when they were planning the trip, but he couldn't be sure. They invited Lindsey to join. Masturbate and the other 10% are liars! Now, being a very liberated lady of the 90's, I admit to having an on going love affair with the middle finger on my right hand, but unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and best of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week,. . Then she screamed in pleasure as Mr. Miller fingered her clit making her cum as he fucked her and made her watch me lower my ass over daddys cock. Once I had it all stuffed up my ass I started trying to ride it, but the position was weird. Daddy was moaning and bucking in his chair, the drug having worn off a little. Mr. Miller pushed my mother off him and left her weeping and moaning on the floor. He walked over and pulled me off my daddys cock then just grinned. Come fuck her if you can.