But where would the fun be in a “no?” “Let me shower and think about it. Thanks! And bring me another beer, please,” I said as I turned, stepp...d into our shower and pulled the curtain closed. The beer arrived posthaste. At least I had trained this six foot two mound of snips and snails and puppy dog tails how to “treat a lady.” And admittedly, dirty athletic socks dropped in the floor and beer bottles left where they were when they became empty, Rob was an outstanding boyfriend. Just then, he. He glanced over and watched the pensive look that crossed her face. Her chin crinkled as her lips pursed and then she flopped back onto the bed."My dad is the Weight Guesser for a small traveling carnival that only goes to states that start with the letter 'A' or 'N'." My mom is the head elf supervisor for Santa. You do know that elves have become rabble rousing slackers since they formed a union." Tricky tricky elves. My dad is the official eyeball and nostril cleaner for Mount Rushmore," Dana. " I listened to my wife of eighteen months rant and rave as I rushed around getting ready for my weekly Sunday morning fun run with my friends. When I was younger and dating or bar hopping Friday and Saturday nights the Sunday run was pure hell many times, but I stuck with it. Oh, I ran three or four times during the week as well, but Sunday morning was a special run. It was longer—much longer usually than my other daily runs. It was also normally done in a different part of the city and. My tongue was relentless on her pussy and soon she was groaning in pleasure pushing her sopping cunt up into my mouth. I kept her arms pinned down and it was only when I could feel her orgasm closing in on her that I realised a hand to slip the two fingers into her. The feeling of my knotted fingers on her young pussy walls was too much and she gasped and groaned in a vicious orgasm. Gloria had recovered by now and seeing what I did to her friend moved in close as Tessa collapsed.