“This could be the worst board game of all time...” Susan said with a chuckle. “Worst ever? Judging by the box art, that's possible. Okay Susan,...let's play!” Polly replied, and Susan set the box down on the large coffee table and took off the lid.Inside the box, lit by the light of the fireplace, was a collection of old pieces, cards, and a folded cardboard playing board. Susan folded it open, and at first glance it did bear a striking resemblance to Candyland. It was a path, dotted with blue,. .. worse luck. Her clit stayed the same length nor did she grow an asshole on the middle of her forehead and shit her brains out.She looked like DD, smelled like DD, tasted like DD ... YES!! ... fucked like DD. She was the same multi orgasmic DD. She was the same old(young) DD outside ... with a twist ... or two ... or six, inside.DD's information center had been chugging along processing input like normal brains do ... with an odd quirk. Since the info had no place to come out ... it stayed in. That was something she needed to discuss with Jack herself," Staci said calmly after Jack left."Shit, Staci, you know as well as I do that she wouldn't have ever brought it up and it would have bothered her and poisoned their relationship until he did dump her from the tension alone. God, you act like she needs to be so protected sometimes." When she tells you something in confidence, she does," retorted Staci hotly, "Now you've got Jack concerned that Denise is worried about losing him so he's. The fleshy belly revealed through low hip style, few sexy folds, deep naval, every thing mesmerized me. Broad open back of blouse, the visible bra strips inside the blouse, dangerous mountain curve nothing but her butt, all make me mad. I never missed a single chance, especially when she serves me food and doing some work. The few seconds when her pallu falls down reveals those great boobs. It happens often casually with or without her intention, but it really hardens my tool. I watched all.