Only moments ago you received a call from your friend, Roseanne Jackson, or Roz as she prefers to be called. It's actually very rare that she dials yo...r number in favor of just walking into your house unannounced, so when you heard her voice on the other line you could only presume that it was something serious she needed your help with. As you pet one of your two cats, Lagoon, she described to you that she had a stomach virus and asked you to help watch over her because you're her closest. She had a beautiful voice which made my dick hard. I approached her. She crawled on the bed and came closer. She noticed my boner.“That thing is definitely worth it even though you made me wait for an hour,” my nerdy said and rubbed my dick over the pant.“I’m sorry,” I said. I was stuttering a bit while speaking because it was still hard for me to believe it’s all real.“Don’t be, baby, just make my body your own playground tonight,” she said and got on her knees on the bed to unbutton my. I was succeeding in ‘warming her up’ as her feet left the carpet and her legs began gently swaying in front of me, her spiky heels waving about in all directions. Lauren’s slender form was hardly any weight at all and I began to get carried away, spanking her satin covered posterior with a steady staccato slapping action. Suddenly I was on my feet, Lauren still over my shoulder like some Viking warrior’s prize, her legs kicking as I spanked her until I knew she was ready to take my belt.. There are little forts all around the coast, built with bricks and mortar carried by barges, which were beached at high tide to unload. Let’s go forward. You’ll see the hatch-cover there ... Under there is passenger space now. Once, these barges carried about two hundred tons of freight.”“Why don’t they any more?” Rebecca interrupted me. “Surely it’d be economical, using the wind for power? Ecological, too.”“Good point,” I agreed. “Sailing barges were driven out of business in the fifties by.