Idly, she wondered whether it was day or night, and just how long she’d been imprisoned. Time seems to have no meaning here. Wherever “here” is....espite the restorative interregnum of quasi-sleep her sex continued to throb and pulse. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but their lesson had already taken root; she knew that if she tried she’d again be restrained and made to endure an even longer torment. Gritting her teeth, she did her best to ignore her desire, instead occupying her. Cependant Marion ne faisait pas la fine bouche et d?vorait le gar?on ? pleines l?vres les seins raides le cul agit? de mouvements amples et souples. Le limage dura longtemps mais la perverse Emma se doigtant l?g?rement restait attentive. D?s qu’elle su que le foutre allait combler la matrice de son amie elle tira vigoureusement le gar?on en arri?re et se coucha sur lui pour lui pomper la bite ? l’odeur de mouille et de foutre. ??Oh non?!! Voleuse?!!!?? Ne pu s’emp?cher de g?mir Marion qui. Jen put her stuff on the couch and peered out the sliding glass door. Nothing but open ocean met her eyes in all directions. She thought she could make out another ship far in the distance. After a moment, she began to turn.She was startled to find Brooke directly behind her. Brooke put her arms around Jen from behind."Did you enjoy last night?" Brooke asked.Once the initial shock wore off, Jen said, "Sure. It was awesome."Brooke put her face closer to Jen's ear, the soft blonde hair resting on. Throughout dinner, Gina noticed Liam and his father shooting glares at each other. Liam's mother continued to nervously move her eyes between her husband and her son. Very little was said between the three O'Shea's."This is great, Liam! Is it a new dish?" Gina started some friendly conversation to try to break the tension. She smiled at Liam and then turned to his parents. "Liam's always doing that," she explained. "I can't count how many times he's used me as a guinea pig for a new dish!".