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Thank God my son wasn't anything like him. Typical chav; dressed in blue tracksuit pants, white Adidas trainers with green stripes, black socks, and a cheap-looking white hoodie, with a Chelsea baseball cap on his head. What attracted my Hardcore attention was a black device around his right ankle, it was an electronic tag, used to monitor those being kept under a control order. Jeff didn't tell me about that, what the fuck this idiot did? That day was going from bad to worse. I kept looking at him, he was sitting on the grass, still chatting shit, then I reached out and removed the Chelsea cap, so I could get a proper look at him. When I did so, he suddenly stopped talking, staring at me through bleary, unfocused brown eyes. In the bright light of a full moon, I could see his babyface which Big Tits was angular, almost square-jawed, he looked younger than his age, making him appear ever so slightly cherubic -the obvious intoxication giving him a certain naïve innocence which for a moment made me forget how much I hated this brat. For once he didn't have that annoying trademark scowl of his, that look that you see on every lad face when you walk about council house estates. His eyes were empty, almost lost, he didn't look so though now. I never really bothered looking at his ugly mug for more than few seconds, but now that he wasn't looking at me with that fake Mr. though look, I could stare at him for few moments, and concluded that he was actually a handsome young man. He didn't have a single hair in milfs his face, smooth as a baby, whether by design or by genetics, I didn't know. His brown hair was Big Boobies kept short, with gel sweeping it forward and making his wispy fringe with its blond highlights more pronounced. “Whoot?” He said grabbing his hat from my hand and quietly putting it back on his head. I looked down at the rest of his body; his hoodie obscured his upper body, but he was boyishly lean, whilst his outstretched legs appeared strong, with big feet fitted with a pair of Adidas trainers at the end of them. If you forget about his shitty attitude, he was a strapping young lad, shame he had the charm of a stapler and the intelligence of a frog. "Time to get up. Mate. C'mon" I said. He half pointed, half waved his hands in the air, "ma...Ive...friends're comin, jus' now." I smiled. He was so funny in this state. I sat down next to him, and smelt the stink of his beer breath. Of course there were no friends coming, but his antics started to amuse me so I decide Milf Fucking to go along with it "How far away are they, then? Your friends? You've been here a little while. Maybe your lost?" I almost burst into laughter but I just wanted to hear more of his drunken nonsense. After all if I have to be stranded here with a drunken brat, I might just as well have some fun. "Dey're...ma friends're comin, jus', right now, fanks mate," He rolled over, away from me, and began to get onto his hands and knees, no doubt intending to get up at some point, so I stood up, and held out my hand to help him up. Grabbing my hand, he pulled hard on it to bring himself up; I grabbed onto my car door with my other hand. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. Did you change to a flimsy bra for me? I paused just a bit and offered, “Drink?” I get up and help her, rubbing the soap all over her Big Tits sexy body from her massive boobs to her thighs and she does the same for me, rubbing my abs end my dick. His other hand was draped over her thigh gently caressing and groping her soft Milf Fucking plump ass. It could barely even be called a cabin. His palms slapped over the thick rounds of her ass, making her yelp from the sudden connection. "Eighteen days, I think." she says, point of fact. "It will be fun," giggled Julie down Hardcore the telephone, "Anyway while the men are away the girls will play". His response was to take photos looking up my skirt. I could not find him for the longest time. His digits plundered in and out of Melody's cunt. This little sore and abused pussy needs some relief, doesn’t it bitch?” I look Big Boobies out into the food court quickly and see that almost everyone at every table is watching me. I turn around slowly and get out from behind the table and make sure my legs are apart. “Then that was too milfs good a guess to be coincidental. After a little nap I woke up feeling restless.