I need it again....Rob....would you...Please?" "Lesley...of course I will...if you want me to...in a minute..." He really pulled on her nipple, and w...th three fingers in her cunt and thumb buried in her arsehole, he was able to play her like an instrument. He really had to get a camera fitted in here he thought. "What did you think when you were licking your own anal juices of his cock...Lesley....tell me?" He was strumming her clit and nipples, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm, but. Do youknow what that is? Each of you gets four guys, and whoever makes the allfour come first wins. Yeah, I won."She was sitting around and making these games up, Tim. How could shedegrade me the most?. She even sent photos of me as a sissy to Miriam. Iimagine that went over well. Miriam fucking hates me. Her new husband hatesme. They must have loved seeing me in a maid's dress. I imagine that attheBlossom Creek Country Club, they ordered 200 wallet-sized photos." Phil, all of this will pass.. The next three hours were hectic, complete with on-stage meltdowns, tears, laughter and one or two excellent performances that caused the room to fall silent. She signed out at Jill’s desk just after twelve twenty and caught the bus five minutes later back to Foley Road, bought some sliced ham from the shop then walked the final few hundred yards to her lodging.“Hol, afternoon!” said Addie from the kitchen. She was seated at the little table, eating lunch. “Hey, I would have made some for you. Every Saturday morning he would take his 5-year-old granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some quality time —pancakes, ice cream, candy— just him and his granddaughter.One particular Saturday, however, he had a terrible cold and could not get out of bed. He knew his granddaughter always looked forward to their drives and would be very disappointed.Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter for her weekly drive and breakfast. When they returned,.