Local Time Buenaventura, ColombiaRicardo was still fuming over the recent course of events, as he sat on the veranda of his seaside residence while wa...ching the permutations of the Pacific Ocean below and sipping on his third cup of the finest coffee Colombia could produce. Even the ebb and flow of the Great Mother was not enough to calm the rage churning in his heart.'My word is Law over the length and breadth of this entire land, yet now there is this 'no trespassing' sign in my most. "Taylor giggled and glanced at her personal assistant before looking back to me. "You married a model, honey. We can NEVER have too many clothes."The helicopter soon touched down and I kissed Taylor goodbye before we parted. "Remind Kaitlyn that they need to be ready to go by six." Or what? They'll miss their flight?" Taylor laughed.I rolled my eyes. She knew as well as I did that I'd never have the private jet take off until everyone had arrived. Taylor managed to be serious for a moment and. John saw the hesitation in his mother's movements and knew he would have to coerce her a bit to get a real show."Stop, Mother!" he said. "I want you to tempt me with your body. Use your hands on yourself. Stroke your breasts and play with your nipples."Susan smiled. That was much easier. She looked at her son sprawled wide on the couch, his cock in his hand and a hot thrill danced through her. Almost involuntarily her hand moved up to her breast. She squeezed herself tightly so that her son. ”“That sounds nice.”“Yeah! Well, I’m gonna go look around. He has the money to buy whatever he wants.” Durrell left the store and went to find Val. He texted Eli and told him that the sales skank was getting too nosy. For all the nonsense and looks people shot their way, Durrell figured he should go ahead and fuck Eli’s narrow behing on general principle alone. If he was going to be accused of it, perhaps he should just see what it was like.------------------After all, it wasn’t like he never.