"Why what?" Mrs. Pangrac screamed."Why do you assume I'm that shallow? You've never tried to get to know me, but you accuse me of only thinking about ...sex," I replied."You're a teenage boy," Mrs. Pangrac said scornfully. "Everyone knows that all a teenage boy cares about is when he'll get his dick into another pussy. It's like that with adult men too. Every war ever fought was over some woman's pussy."Kathy started to giggle. "You mean like the Trojan War of renown? The one that we only know. I love their curves, their softness, the flare of their hips. I love the way they smell, the way fabric clings to their bodies. I love the bounce in their walk and the flip of their hair. Let's face it, Elaine. I absolutely adore women. I just don't want to have sex with one.ELAINE: And with that in mind, Heaven, why don't you tell us about what we're about to see.We shot and reshot scenes. Rhonda choreographed the camera movement, and when she spotted something in a model's outfit that needed. "Thank You For Volunteering, Mrs. Quinn", Paul said.He placed a helmet on her head, and strapped it underneath her chin, he put thick headphones on her ears, and put goggles over her eyes, he started walking toward the small room, he put his hand on a hand keypad that was on the outside of the small room that was beside the side door, a green light turned on, the side door automatically opened, Paul walked inside the small room, the side door closed behind her, Brandon handed him some black. All very above board as they say at this stage. Just then Sam walks over and asks if I want a hand taking the bags up to our room. As Mrs C wanted to sort out her makeup. As the three of us got in the lift to head up stairs. Mrs C had turned into a slutty wife. She quick tuned to Sam and started kissing him. As she did she reached back and grabbed my cock through my trousers. And started rubbing me hard. Like school k**s as the lift came to our floor. She quickly re-dressed her self. As if.