What do you folks think? Do you think Sasha adequately communicated the idea that he was ... displeased? Do you? Are you certain the guy would really ...et his message?"Again there were hoots of laughter and the shouted assurances that anyone who didn't get the message clearly had a fully-developed death wish."Gee, thanks, folks," Kris said. "You don't know how much more comfortable that makes me feel. After all, poor Sasha doesn't communicate in English — or at least, not in the normal manner —. That’s if you are good!” Brent ordered. If I was good? What did he mean by that? I went into my room and grabbed my dildo. It was longer than his cock but just as thick. I was thankful he didn’t want it in my ass, that would have hurt way to much. As I slide it into my tight pussy I moaned, it felt good, really good. As I slide my panties and shorts back on I couldn’t help but wonder if I could last 13 hours this time. And I still wondered what he meant by “if I was good” oh well. I better get. During the summer when she would be floating out in our pool wearing her bikini they would literally line up to catch a glimpse. She always said I was crazy and that they would never find an “old” lady like her even remotely attractive. I always enjoyed the attention she received knowing that she had such appeal to much younger guys and took every opportunity to encourage it. I would intentionally pull her suit while in the pool to give them little glimpses of her goodies among other things.I. I had received a text from him stating that he was coming for the weekend and what and how far would I like to take this. I replied you know my desires and anyhow you will never show up cause at the last minute there is always a crisis and you cancel do I was not really concerned.To my surprise he actually showed up and I was then nervous but excited at the same time. I trusted him completely so although I was a bit scared I knew that he would not go against anything we had previously.