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  • I spotted Ginny and Candice having fun. The futa was so awkward, but neither cared, big smiles on their faces. Other couples were grinding on each other, the sort of naughty, almost sexual grind that you rarely saw in public unless celebrity people were drunk. Couples were kissing, even necking along the edges. Sharlene had a pair of pale thighs wrapped about her. It was clear the Black futa was cock-deep in some skank's cunt, fucking her along the edges. The Program was already starting to change the world, to transform it. “It's Denice!” someone shouted. “I voted for you, Denice!” “You're going to win!” “You're going to make such a sexy homecoming queen!” “I'm going to jizz all over your tits when you win!” I beamed at my supporters. I blew them kisses and waved at them from my guard of cheerleaders. My admires crowded in. Teal, an eager freshman futa, and Samantha, Ginny's ex, were among them, both reaching for me. “Don't hog her!” groaned Teal, a petulant look crossing the futa's face. “Yeah,” Samantha added. “Come on, you earned my vote.” “No touching her until she wins!” Tatyana announced. “Until then, the cheer squad owns her.” “That's right,” said Jalila, an Arab cheerleader. Mike sped up but he wasn't used to these roads while the trucker drove them every day. "You ready to fuck, cute lil' slut?" “What was that?” It was the Sunday and not the Sunday when I go to my parents for lunch so I was there doing the washing up after lunch. Jake grabbed the back of her head and thrust his hips forward. "S-so tight!" This weekend we have some very special celebrity rules for you to follow. The wife dutifully guzzled the other man's cream in gulps, too drunk and wracked with pleasure to care. Trying to expel a load of cum that just wasn't there. Posing and displaying herself regardless of who was their and where. She has let him know where he stands. Opening the door, he quickly moved the bags inside and left the cart on the porch before going in. It was the truth. Together they chose an oversize linen blouse and plaid `A-line' skirt, I knew what was coming, and this was the part I was dreading most.
  • "Okay? What's my plan?" I mused to myself with a shudder. Uncertainty answered. I had no Plan B. Hell, for that matter, I didn't even have a Plan A. I crouched and peered between the branches and leaves of the shrubbery in front of me and watched as the party of intruders and their female prisoners meandered into view. Whew, the leader's firearm was slung over his shoulder, and the weapons of the mounted guards were safely secured in leather scabbards. When the little twit from town came abreast with my concealed position, I stepped out from behind my bush with the barrel of my downward-pointed AR-15 draped over my forearm, held in place by the rifle butt tucked into my armpit. The color drained out David Fitzwater's face as his eyes widened in shock and surprise. "Does anyone have a match?" I took the unlit cigarette dangling from my lips and held it celebrity aloft. "I seem to be out of fuel." "Stop! I don't think you'll be needing that," Sheila called and stepped out from the rocky shadow and squinted down the barrel of her 30.06 Kimber Mountain Ascent rifle as she aimed at a spot between Fitzwater's eyes. "Same here!" sang a chorus of sisters as they emerged from concealment and took aim at every uniform in the contingent of men. To his credit, the posse's leader froze in place and made no effort to prevent the gun he had started to unsling from dropping to the ground. "Now now, that's no way to treat a fine weapon." I slung my long gun over my shoulder and walked forward and retrieved the assault rifle from between the legs of his skittish mount. I checked the safety, ejected the clip, cleared the chamber and used the sleeve of my jacket to dust the dirt from the gun. "Much better. I suggest you stow it for safekeeping." I nodded to the empty scabbard at his side. "Gentlemen, please keep your hands on your saddle horns where we can see them. Thank you very much." With a smile and slight nod, Martha shifted her steady aim from one rider to the next as she made eye contact with each man in the party. Sheila relaxed her arms as he slipped his empty firearm into its holster and he rested his hands on the worn cowhide pommel of his seat. "Excellent. Let's keep this a friendly meeting, Mister Fitzwater." "It is Acting-Sheriff Fitzwater!" he snarled and stiffened his body as his knuckles whitened with rage. He thought. Alex stuffed his Aunt celebrity Lisa's stolen panties into his pocket, grabbed hold of the toilet paper, and yanked a whole streamer of it off the spinning roll. She clenched as hard as she could, trying to warn him that she was losing consciousness. “Two minutes, Isaac. I thought I was onto something. Eve’s hand slipped into his shorts and continued the task anew of polishing the pipe, up down, up down. Sonja finished, I coming in second. My pussy convulsed, celebrating this triumph of my foreign policy. She straddled the kid with her knees bent so that her lower legs were flat on the floor and her thighs were squashed up against his waist. Nate and I spent the next half hour, taking turns and sucking each other’s cocks and a bit of 69ing.