I was incredibly turned on, but was becoming more than a little concerned about Jackson still back at the table. The song was nearing its end. I sai..., “We’d better get back to the table and check on Jackson.”“Rich, tell me why you always call him Jackson,” she said as we walked back to the table.I chuckled. “Jackson as in ‘Action Jackson’. We also called him ‘Jackson Hole’ sometimes.” He was always carousing.“Still is!” she said with a slightly sarcastic lilt in her voice.“Hey Rich, old bud,. .. wish!” Britta-Lise howled as she took me balls deep inside her creamy twat.“Damn, that ass of yours ... I love those freckles on your cheeks ... they really turn me on so much! So does your brown eye! This is my butt, isn’t it? Your tushy is mine!” I taunted my wife as she screamed my name.“Yes ... yes ... yes ... Hank ... you ... own ... my ass! It’s ... yours ... it’s yours, honey ... I swear!” she vocally surrendered the booty as well as physically.“Yes, I own this bottom ... it belongs. I didn't want them getting in the way ! she blushed yes very much so , do you like them i asked ? yes they are lovely ,i've not got anything as nice as this , well then its money well spent i said , but as you said something is missing ? what she asked ? i fetched from my pocket a black satin choker with a little pearl at the front, i stood behind her and placed it around her neck, once again she craned her neck i motioned her to stand in front of the full length mirror, and repeated that she. "Err well, I've got a large rat problem at the end on my garden and Iwant to try and get rid of them humanely," he lied."You're really better off getting a man in to do it for you" Bernard saidmildly "and you'll have to be careful with the dosages in those darts.They usually have enough to knock an elephant out for about 4 hours.Something the size of a rat would need considerably less.Anthony filed that information away and merely said that he'd pick it upon the Friday night, glad that his.