I couldn't let that pass without a challenge."I nodded knowingly."Well, I guess I just blurted out that none of them had as beautiful a pussy as you d...d."I stared at him in disbelief. "Grandpa, please tell me you didn't say that?" That's not all," he said, his head buried in his hands."There's more?"He nodded. "Rocky said something like 'I guess you have seen it, huh' and I said I have tasted it and it's the best I have ever tasted in my life." Grandpa, please tell me you didn't tell them. He continues to pull her up until he is satisfied she isas elongated as possible, then binds her wrists and places them over the hookdescending from the ceiling. ??????????? That simple binding of her wrists is the only physicalrestraint in place as the man and woman take turns testing her body, testingher physical limits. She knows she cannot avoid the blows, just as she cannotidentify who is using which implement, who is causing which delightfullydiabolical sensation . . . she?s closed her. Like a hug, but more like she was holding me. I would be leaning against a counter and she would come up to me and wrap her arms around me, pressing her lovely breasts against my chest. I would always protest and gently disengage myself, but I think she knew I liked it. Once I was in the back of the store washing dishes (to try to get everyone out on time) and she kept splashing me with water. I got angry and told her that if she didn’t stop, I would throw her into the water. She splashed me. I come back to Jen's cabin one afternoon to rest and I spot Jen in a shiny black spandex catsuit riding her white horse at a good speed, every step the horse took Jen's cellulite booty would bounce and so would her boobs under all that spandex, I take a corner and snap pictures of her, eventually she gets off her horse, petting it, grooming it while she sang like a angel, my erection was massive, I dreamt of riding that horse with her while naked and holding on to her while she wore that.