I was lost and found, shy but emboldened. He broke the kiss, packing me full of his cock. “Whatever you want, beautiful. Sensual and slow, rough ...nd dirty. I want everything.” “Take me from behind.”“Because you don’t want to see who’s taking you or because you like it?” Immediately, he shook his head. Kissed me as he pulled out, leaving me achingly empty. “Don’t answer that. Turn around.” Trembling, I obeyed. Rested on my hands and knees, tits swaying heavy under me. The mattress. ” “Maybe I’ll take a course or something,” he said a little sheepishly. “Maybe won’t cut it,” she smiled, “Maybe I’ll paint the backyard fence, and maybe I won’t look out of the window so I can’t see it and then it won’t get done. Maybe I’ll try to find you a tutor, a mean old Japanese mother-in-law type with more rheumatism than patience.” “Ok, you win,” Kerry chuckled, and his son spit up. =============================================== Kerry brought a pair of coffee mugs to the table and set. Snow continued falling, and we were both grateful for our insulated boots. Rachel led, and I stayed about ten feet behind her. Between the deepening snow and our caution, about fifteen minutes passed before Rachel held up a hand. As we reached the clearing, Rachel moved left as I moved right.There was no sound other than the whisper of the falling snow, and nothing else moved. We moved around to the other side of the cabin, and Rachel gasped - then began to cry. Tied to a tree, obviously dead,. Now, however, Jean is wearing the most blatant example of sexy genie stereotype. She is indeed wearing royal purple poofy see-through harem pants, and highlights her smooth long legs through the fabric, and arcing into a curved 'v' over her cute behind, in what Jean can only describe as "butt cleavage". Her dainty feet have been stuffed in gold heels, about 4-inch in height and open-toed. her midriff is exposed, revealing a sparkling ruby in her belly button, which Jean is positively sure was.