Wir bekamen natürlich verschiedene Zuschriften, und beantwortet haben wir alle, aber letztlich waren wir neugierig auf ein Paar, deren Frau drei klei...e Tatoos hatte, Hundepfoten, die eine Spur vom Bund des Slips bis zum BH zeigten. Beide schlank, offensichtlich eher jünger, scheinbar aber ähnlich offen für gemeinsamen Spaß wie wir.Nach einigem hin und her über die Nachrichten der Plattform, und des Vergewisserns, dass wir ähnlich ticken, tauschten wir EMail Adressen aus. Und schließlich. When his fingers touched my pussy lips I thought I would explode right then but I held back. He slipped his fingers past my lips and started gently massaging my clit. I reached down and unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to the floor, then I slipped my panties down as far as they would go to give him better access. I spread my legs and he slipped his middle finger into my vagina and began massaging my g-spot. With his thumb he kept massaging my clit. It didn’t take me long to succumb.. That is the best I can do, and it is really not too bad. I look at myselfin the mirror and say "Hello! I am Mrs. Mary Miller." The face in themirror says the same thing back to me, and nods her head as if to sayyes, that is definitely who she is.I go quietly to the kitchen. There is the pop tart on the table, lookingcold and boring. I want a hot breakfast.I do not know how to cook eggs or bacon, but I can make toast. You haveto be careful not to get burnt. I get a plate and table knife out of. We embraced and greeted each other ‘good morning’.“Jack took the police car ignition key,” Hettie explained, “and is quietly moving it into a lock-up behind our commercial garage up on the London Road. Fortunately, the snow is light and wet, only settling on the grass and bushes, not on the road, so there are no tracks to show where the police car has come from and been. The wet snow is likely to keep people indoors on this Sunday morning, except for the more desperate among the churchgoers..