Dead GPS transmitter. Keys. Wallet, dried beside my shoes. Credit cards and cash all there. In the kitchen, I cleaned up the remains of last night’s...delivered food and washed the dishes. I looked around and found the pad of paper she had used for my note. I wrote simply.“Peg, thanks for reviving me. I have to fly back to Seattle, but I’ll be thinking of you. Hugs, Dag”Some things you simply don’t put in writing. I called Jordan and he was waiting at the front door of the apartment building when. ’ Irene sank back into her chair and pulled up her knees against her breasts, rocking slightly from side to side. ‘More than anybody else I know, and I’ve talked to a lot of people. I look at people’s butts all the time, the sight of a thong sliding into somebody’s crack gets me creaming. Nothing makes me hot like the feel of something stretching out my asshole.’ Her voice grew slightly louder, a byproduct of her obvious enthusiasm. ‘There’s something so dirty, so nasty about it, it always gets. She was whimpering, she needed this orgasm, her body had to have the release ... She could feel the orgasm starting, that familiar wave of hot pleasure.“OH FUCK!” she cried out as she came. “OH FUCK YES!!!! OH MY GOD!”The pleasure was so intense, she felt herself losing consciousness, when she realized where she was, Ken was sitting up between her legs, a huge grin on his face – his very wet face! He was covered in her juices, but Cristine didn’t care, she pulled him up, kissing him, tasting. . your titties sucked, other girls are much better at it than boys. " She glanced at me again. "What day is this, sis?" Saturday", I told her, knowing what was coming."Oooh, good! When Mum and Dad go out tonight, we'll be able to play our old Saturday night game. It will be great fun with four of us. " Game?" said Cindy, faintly."It's just a game we used to play when Tanya was just starting to grow into a woman, four years ago, I suppose it was", I said. "We used to get undressed and play with.