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“Hag, go buy a few dildos and eggs in different circumferences. See to it they are not bigger than my cock and start practicing with them in your ass. Your ass is uncomfortable tight and you are going to accommodate me.” “Yes. Master.” “Claudia, clean my cock with a washcloth. Then I want to fuck your cunt. Take the same position you had at the start of this session. Hag, you are going to lick my balls while we are at it. Lie down here.” Chapter 7 is in the making. After Chapter 8 and perhaps chapter 9 the introducing will be done and the story gets unfold in the next parts. The fortieth high school class reunion started out on a pleasant note, as far as Don Parker was concerned. Many of his old friends were there and to his asian surprise, most of the 'cliques' from Old BHS days had gone by the wayside. Almost everyone had matured to the point that, rich or poor, black or white, they were all the same age; all getting older; all had interesting tales of the paths their Big Boobs lives had taken. Don, having come from a large family with not much wealth, had found unexpected success as a novelist. He began writing before his wife was killed in an auto accident, and continued with the encouragement of his children. He never considered himself as being very wealthy, but lived a comfortable life on his retirement and royalties... and the $2.5 million insurance settlement from the trucking company that owned the rig involved in the accident. At the age of 57, he spent one to two hours each day working out; resulting in a toned, muscular body. His thick hair was a contrast to many of his fellow classmates and the grey highlights made him the most handsome reality he'd ever been. Halfway through the Thursday night class gathering, Don was enjoying a watered down scotch when Marge and Pressley made their grand entrance. Press had inherited a sizeable estate from his father, but he always seemed to be a pleasant guy. Marge, however, after all these years, still insisted on showing up late so she could convince herself that she was the center of attention. Her dad had been the newspaper publisher in the small town, and she was always the uppity rich girl... she hadn't changed. Sure enough, when Marge began speaking to some of the others, she was quick to criticize, "You should wear gold earrings with that outfit; not the fake stuff, either." "Find out what kind of cologne he's wearing, Pressley, and don't ever buy any." "Sorry to her about your cat, Mary. I really don't like cats, anyway." When she spotted Don, who (now) may be a 'celebrity' she could get close to, she pushed her way through Hairy the crowd, ignoring lifelong classmates as she sidled up next to him, "Well, hello there, Don Parker. Do you remember me?" "Of course I do, Marge, where's Ol' Press? I'd like to see him." She felt like she had just been given a brush off, but japanese was determined to make points with a 'famous' author, "It's 'Margaret', not Marge. Oh, he's over there somewhere. So in need of her walk. “He knows?” the man said with some surprise. And dick just sprang out and was directly looking at the ceiling. Lynn reached down and took a sip of the coffee which Anya had made for her. God I love you. Seizing the opportunity, Korey traces patterns around her left nipple. She matched me, never Big Boobs taking her eyes off of mine as she removed her panties, revealing her beautiful pussy for me to see. Even sitting in a Hairy crowded room reality as she was she could feel the aphrodisiac working on her but she was practicing keeping it separate from her genuine mind and intensions. She poured herself another ale and passed the bread and fixins to me as she continued on with her second glass. “Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear. To her it was just another "kinky" thing she tried for fun. I had never seen Nicole caught off guard so greatly. She pried it from the car and gripped it. CGB already said if asian any of us touch her…” She pulled off the guys chest and started to protest, but he started fingering her fast. It feels so free and natural.” Jan told me that Jenny (her name we were later to find japanese out) rubbed a hand up her leg whilst fitting the shoes and commented on how nice they looked.