’ My Dad’s father was an African American who, as a soldier in Viet Nam, met Grandma while on R&R in the Philippines. Granddad was Baptist, but he...really didn’t give a shit, so Dad was raised Catholic. Mommy’s dad (Poppy) was a Samoan born in Hawaii. He met Moppy on a business trip to India. Poppy was raised in some sort of polytheistic religion, but he didn’t give a shit either, so Mommy was raised Hindu. And then, so was I. Unfortunately for Mommy, I inherited my ‘give a shit’ characteristics. She ground her ripe buttocks downward into the mattress,struggling in vain to escape from that feathery inciting touch. Herstruggle was fruitless, however, and Bart Masters continued his hesitantmanual exploration of Penny's pubic forest. His very touch, howeverlight and seemingly timid, served only to inflame the desire whichalready raged within the young woman's tremulously excited loins.Bart Masters was breathing heavily, bent forward from the waist as hiseager eyes and searching hands. Anal play wasn't a thing for me yet at that young age. Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that initial uncomfortable feeling would turn me off every time. But a few days later I was reading and chilling and thought about masturbating, and the "fulfilled" feeling came to mind, so I decided to try again.This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up inside. ” Lindsay assured him and felt her thighs quiver. She was pretty sure she was going to lose the hand anyway, and her promotion would have to come at a later time. She could wait, considering what she was going to get to possibly do with Traynor and Suulin, her mind raced and she felt her pussy get wet in anticipation. “Well then,” Suulin said smiling. “Let’s play shall we?” He gave Lindsay a smoldering look that suggested he wasn’t talking about the card game at all. The cards were dealt again,.