Perspiration droplets on your handsome brow gather themselves falling like rain uniting together and coursing down the channel of your expansive “ri...ped” chest and abdomen. I try to be quiet but I can’t contain my passion, so our moaning and exclamations reverberate around the large room and return disembodied to my ears like a XXX movie as I am carried away with uninhibited lust. Becoming apparent to me is the extent of variation in your repertoire in pursuit of satisfaction. I am satiated. ..but you know I like my store. So it's all good, Caroline!”“I know, mommy!” I took one of her hosed feet to my nose and sniffed them real good. “MMmm mommy, they smell so divine. I love the scent of your pretty pantyhose feet!”“He-he...I know, baby! Sniff my dirty pantyhose feet. I think you need to taste them too!? I know you want too!”“Yes, mom. Whatever you wish...MMmmm!”I put her hosed feet in my mouth and started sucking them so good. I loved how her pantyhose feet felt and tasted.. " I want to stay where it's dry and grassy," suggested Jill. "I've been dealing with mud for days." I just want to stretch my legs," Julia complained, "I'd like to stretch something else, too. But I have a feeling it's not going to happen until you find out about the house." We have about an hour and a half." I suggested, "Where can we go in 45 minutes and get back in time?" I don't really care, I just want out." Julia complained."I can go for that." Jill agreed. "You chose." The House it is,". I pulled away from him and stared.“What?”“Betsy needs something to focus on that is her responsibility. We need to get a horse.”“Wouldn’t a puppy be a better place to start?” I asked. “A horse?”“Baby, would you really put a poor defenseless little puppy in Betsy’s hands?”Well, there was that. It was hard enough to keep her from doing damage to a two-year-old brother. I could only imagine what she’d do to a puppy.“Isn’t ... Wouldn’t that be ... I mean a horse be ... dangerous?”“Betts needs.