I sneekily look up from time to time, m*m and Clare keep moving their legs , very sexily opening their thighs letting me gaze between them...wow today...just gets better and better! Their bikinis are a little loose and i wonder what i could see if i was sat elsewhere...As my thoughts turn to this and my cock twitches i look at d*d, hes not reading, his eyes flit from m*m to Clares bums.hes got a hard on!Thats it ,mine swells to! Embaressed i lie on a spare rug on the grass pretending to read but. A motor, sounding like a drill, started up and, after two minutes of random swirling brushes and noisy vibrations, Florence turned it off. Connie lifted her feet away from the strange contraption — but Florence wasn’t done yet. She reached over a shoulder and took a small bottle from her bedside cabinet. She unscrewed the tight top, squeezed some of the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together with devilish intent as if she had some evil plot to perform. Then she smeared it onto Connie’s. I let them know my donating blood could help save the life of one of their friends, if that friend was in need of blood. I wanted them to learn the value of sharing. I didn't want them to feel it was acceptable to hoard all of the crops for themselves.I asked them if they'd like to use the crops to make a meal that could be enjoyed by the other faculty and students in the school. They seemed to like that idea. "What else could we do with our extra crops?" I asked.One girl asked, "Could we offer. ’ ‘Stop acting like Grant was a perfect husband. He wasn’t. You want to know the truth, I was about to file for divorce.’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh come on Amanda, don’t-‘ the phone interrupted Bella’s sentence, keeping her from telling her mother-in-law the truth about Grant and his affairs. It was the coroner’s office. Grant’s body would be released to the funeral home the following day so plans for Grant’s funeral could be made. Bella’s fight with Amanda was quickly forgotten as phone calls and.