Jean-Luc’s legs were splayed out and his knees raised, his feet flat on the matted ferns below. Philippe was on his knees between Jean-Luc’s legs....Jean-Luc’s leggings were off and his doublet had been ripped open. Philippe’s doublet was open too, revealing a massive, hairy chest. His breeches were still in place but the lacings were undone and the material pulled wide from his groin. Philippe’s teeth were on one of Jean-Luc’s nipples and his cock was pounding, pounding, pounding inside. Sie hatte ein sehr junges, unschuldig aussehendes Gesicht, sehr hübsch mit großen, vertrauensvollen blauen Augen und einer ordentlich hochgetragene Nase. Dies war ein auserlesener Teil, und ich wusste, dass ich die Dinge so arrangieren muss, dass ich mich mit ihr Zeit nehmen kann oder es wäre alles verschwendet.Ich habe sie und ihre Familie einige Zeit beobachtet. Sie hatte eine jüngere Schwester, und jeden Samstagmorgen brachte ihre Mutter, selbst keine schlecht aussehende Schlampe, die. Then, she had him stand up while she took a picture of his dick.That kind of made him nervous but she assured him that she only wanted his penis and not his face and then he seemed pretty proud to have her take the picture.After he left, she printed it out of her printer, it's really a high-end one for her business and she had a beautiful close-up of it which she slipped into a frame and went and hung on her bedroom wall.While she finished her project, I stayed in her bedroom and used a bunch. The only place large enough to hold Uncle Pete’s memorial service was the high school auditorium. Well, the gym would have held a very uncomfortable crowd, but many a rule was broken and the gym became the site for his wake.Very few from the town and surrounding county failed to attend his service. The school parking lot was full, and the line of parked cars stretched down the road for almost a mile. Friends and colleagues visited, told stories, and more than one bottle of Booker’s was slipped.