"Don't say anything to my agent," he had told each Asian Sex Movies 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 Asian Porn Videos 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 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; japanese 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, big cock "Don't make the mistake of pissing me off, 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 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 asian 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. All the classmates from Bowden HS class of 1977 met at the fairgrounds for hot dogs and hamburgers before loading on the long trailer for the parade route. Once again, whenever he looked around his group of friends, Don would spot Marge, glaring directly at him. Each time, he would grin, wink and taunt her with a quick lick across his lips. After the parade, Don stood at the edge of the roadway with some friends, pointing at a large RV bus with three slide-outs. He described the ease of setting up the motorhome, complete with satellite TV, WIFI and satellite phone service. Sure enough, curiosity got the best of Marge. When she eased her way into the conversation, she made it plain that the color was tacky and it wouldn't be big enough for her and Pressley. Her usual attitude caused the others to begin slipping away, except for Don's friend, Ken. Don asked the two of them if they'd like to see the inside. "After what you said to me last night?" she responded, "I'd never trust you unless more people are around." “Emily what the hell is that?” as I looked at what looked like a dress that was about 3 sizes too small. 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