I tried to say hello, but nothing came out. ‘I thought it might do John some good,’ my father said, watching me carefully. Pop looked exhausted. M... heart went out to him. ‘He was able to talk a little yesterday with his mother and me. He seemed more concerned about the football team than anything else so we thought seeing you two might help.’ I’d talked to my parents yesterday? I didn’t remember that. ‘Sounds like John,’ Mike smiled. ‘He eats, sleeps and breaths football.’ ‘Just like some. My wife has great tits and she knows it. She spent days wearing men's-cut string-vests and minuscule cheese-cloth 'things' which occasionally covered her breasts just when our neighbours employed a team of hunky young tradesmen to set up scaffolding and repoint and re-paint their house. Sue was playing out how to teas the guys…So, we’ve established that my wife has great tits and she knows it. It's not surprising that when we suddenly found ourselves invaded by a band of builders and painters. In fact none of the features, other than the taps, were at all familiar. She had an urgency that would not have worried her in the enclosure, she would simply have squatted wherever was most appropriate. She couldn't understand why Damien had closed her in here, he had seen her piss and shit on many occasions without drawing attention to it.She stripped off the coveralls, finally feeling free of the enclosing fabric, and threw them over the handy toilet seat before squatting on the tiled floor.. Legs should be on the side, so you can show them off, and your heels. This will help you remember. Put them in. mandy, help joan. joan, help mandy. Belts first."John Phillips strapped the belt around his waist. He didn't have to think to know that he should make it as tight as possible. He snugged it tight. mandy began to push the huge plug into him and he squirmed. It was fat and got only fatter. She seemed to know what this was about though. She took the set of rubber straps from between his.