She told me more than once she knew I thought she was ‘disgusting,’ and no matter how I argued with her or reassured her or sang her praises, she ...stayed convinced that she was ‘fatandugly.’ Millie’s dad used to put her down and call her names (the bastard), and she just never got over it. It took some planning and a little trickery, but now she gets it. Here’s the story. It started with a card game… Card games mean a lot to us. We’re pretty much stay-at-home types–partly because Millie is so. The woman was obviously tired and in desperate need of a bath and her bed. She was still wearing her red, blood stained traveling cloak. “Cordelia, I’m glad to see you made it back alive. Were there any casualties?” Cordelia pulled her hood back and knelt in front of the bishop, placing her head against his ring. “Thank you, sir. I am sad to report we lost Will, Thomas, Edward, and Luke.” Looking up at the bishop she added, “We were successful in destroying the monsters we were sent to. His smirk disappeared, I knew what he was gonna do. I saw his right arm swing I blocked it, uppercutting him in the stomach. He grabbed his stomach, I elbowed the back of his head with my right arm sending him face first into the cement. I saw his group back up a little bit. "Yea, I thought you would re-think that." I said spitting on him. I saw the bus turning the corner and got in line. I found a seat in the middle of the bus by myself putting back in my music and zoning out. The bus went to. Soon Austin lost control and he grabbed Ashley’s plump ass with both hands to give himself some leverage. He started thrusting his hips forward to meet Ashley’s eager pussy as she backed into him, filling them both with lust. The wet slapping sounds of sex filled the basement.“Fuck me,” Ashley moaned. “I need your dick so bad...” Ashley was practically melting into the pool table. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that she couldn’t hold back at all. She kept pushing her ass into.