“Mac! Oh, God, I love you, Mac!”“I love you too, Gracie.”Later, as they climbed into bed in the bedroom on the fifth floor, Mac said, “I saw...you narrowed down the mattress hunt to three choices. Honestly, I don’t care what you buy. I trust your judgment.”“I just thought you might want to try them out since it may affect your neck and spine issues.”“All three on your list have great ratings. Just make it happen, okay? I want to be able to sleep in the bedroom where all of our stuff is.”“Sure, I. Her eyes flew open as the memories of the previous day came flooding back. It hadn't been a nightmare after all, she was still in the dank cell beneath the castle, died semen still caked her forehead as well as her very tender pussy and down the crack of her ass. She spotted the source of the "rain" standing along the far wall of her cell, the fat jailor and two of his bastards each had their cocks in their hands and were pissing on her with great big boyish grins. That was the last she saw as. It had by now started stiffening. It interested her more. Seeing that just by a kiss it grew by an inch and now around 4 inches she kissed it again this time parting her lips a bit. The more she kissed it the more it hardened and the more it grew.She slowly took it fully in her mouth and sucked it. I was asking her what she was doing but she said not to worry as all women do it. I wondered how she knew. It was then that she told me that one night she saw her mother sucking the step father and. "Happy to see Timmy back?" Do you have to ask?" Not really," her dad said chuckling. "And how was your time with Veronique?" Oh, it was fine." Just fine?" Well, we had a very nice time together." After you got your things, what did you do then?" Shirley asked to go on with the conversation, they had started upstairs."Veronique picked up some spaghetti on our way to her home, and we had a nice dinner together." And what did you do for the rest of the evening?" Nothing special, we just hung.