They sell for thirty bucks, but I let my friends have them for twenty," he smiled and winked at her, "Of course, the autograph is worth a hundred times more." Don had already passed out several masturbation signed copies of his latest novel to friends who had been supportive of his efforts, and had been there for him after the loss of his wife, Carly. "Don't say japanese anything to my agent," he had told each one, "I'm not supposed to hand out freebies. If you hear me telling someone I'll need twenty bucks, please back me up." Deedee, the evening's hostess, stepped between them with her copy of 'Darkness', "Hello Marge, I overheard that you were asking about one of these. Isn't it amazing that our own Don is such an accomplished writer? Just look at this beauty; and it's only twenty dollars. Maybe you should try to get copies for your kids, too. I did." Don nearly lost his composure when Marge said she'd have to check with Pressley, first; she never checked with him about anything she wanted. She made her way to the other side of the large den and he thanked Deedee for the help. She chuckled, "Believe me, that was the most fun I've ever had around that woman. My parents could have bought her dad's publishing company ten times, but I certainly hope I never teen was the concieted little shit she was... was I?" A half hour later, as Don slipped through the sliding glass door onto Deedee's patio, Marge stepped in front of him and asked, quietly, "Just who do you think you are, Don Parker? So you wrote a book or two; I was raised by a journalist and could write a dozen of them each month, if that's what I wanted to do." She pointed her finger at his face, "Don't make the mistake of pissing me off, stockings Don, I can ruin you. I want a signed copy of that damn book." Don lowered his voice to keep the other guests from hearing, "YOU can buy a copy for the retail price of thirty dollars, Marge. You just made the mistake of pissing ME off, lady. Or... I could let you have a copy for a good blow job." Marge's eyes popped open wide and her mouth dropped asian open. "Oh, yeah, Marge; your big mouth is just the right size to suck my cock. How about after the class dinner tomorrow night? My motorhome is parked at the fairgrounds... figure out a way to tell Press you'll be gone all night." Another old friend, Ken, saw the angry woman's attempted swing at Don's face and started to intervene. It was obvious that Marge's effort was avoided, so he sat back in his lawn chair when the angry woman stomped away. "What was that all about, Don?" Don chuckled as he replied, "Just putting the snooty little bitch in her place; which isn't near as high as she thinks it is. I may have to deal with a pissed off Pressley, too, but I don't give a shit, Ken. If that one fuckin' woman ruins this whole reunion, I'll see to it that both of them get their asses kicked." Throughout the rest of the evening, Don noticed Marge staring at him every time he caught her eye. Evidently, she never said a word to her husband, causing Don to hope for that blow job. Friday was a fantastic day for the big alumni parade. Mandy moaned loudly at the contact. Her pussy became wetter than she ever was before. "I want a threesome. Her kisses became softer and more sultry. It's worth masturbation being spanked!” THE INTERVENTION Cindy bit her lip again teasingly and stockings then nodded to her dad. You didn’t think he was real?” I asked while I took her hand sand started to drag her to him while he started to take his luggage out of the helicopter. I would never be able to escape this bliss. It was when she started pulling one of my nipples that I decided that I wasn’t going to lose. Bent double, out of breath and red faced there was little Julie could do but nod her head, panting “oh yes oh yes oh yes” in time to asian the pounding she was getting from Adam’s big cock. “That’s dumb. I lay face down japanese on his bed, my shorts around my ankles and my bare ass in the air. Jill shakes Dakota awake. George said nothing, but teen I could feel his gaze on me, as if he was sizing me up, taking my measurements or something.