There was no doubt about that. She wondered what his name was? Was it something typical? Lamont, Tyrell, Tyron? What the Hell? Now she was being a bi...got she thought. I’m being hateful without trying. Maybe even racist! Frank spoke to her as he fucked his captive. ‘Uh huh! That’s it! You like that doncha bitch?’ He just had to keep calling her bitch! For some reason that thought filled her and once again she got angry and squirmed and fought as he laughed and started to speed up his pace!. It sort of worked. Now everyone who turned eighteen was issued a National Service ID. Then Mom signed a financial responsibility statement and showed her license.We walked out to the car and I looked at my new license and broke out laughing. When asked my height, I’d proudly stated, “Five-eleven-and-a-half.” The examiner had muttered something about that being almost something and I figured I might get bumped on my license to an even six foot. No such luck. Clearly stated on my license was my. "Come on in ! The water is warm & beautiful , just like you." said Sam with a naughty smile on him."Oh Sam...I am getting little older now".She dived in, had few rounds and stopped on the side. Sam was on the opposite side of the pool. He dived inside and came out splashing water on her. "You are very active today" laughed Mom. She grab his arm, hugged it by both arms and didn't realized Sam's elbow was squeezing her right tits firmly. She lost deep in her thoughts "10 years ago was so. They were drinking wine, eating chocolate and smoking weed while watching some chick flick. Both of them had their hair pulled back in to pony tails. It kind of felt like they were reliving their college days and our living room became their dorm room. I wasn't going to argue!Jane handed me the joint and I took a couple tokes and then sat down on the couch. "Why don't you go put on some comfortable clothes and join us?" Jane said.Melissa smiled and agreed with her old school pal.I went towards.