Claim her back as his own bitch for sure.He licked me a few more times making my clit hard and climbed up on my back. He found his mark quickly. His c...ck was dripping as he shoved it into me. This felt so much better than my loving husband earlier tonight. This dog was reminding me I was his, and that's what I wanted to be. I needed to find a way to keep doing this with him. His cock was swelling and he was trying to get more in my pussy. My husband said I felt loose. That was the reason. That. The table saw was beyond salvaging but the drill press was in good shape. Someone had wiped it down with oil. There was a heavy anvil and a couple of good vises. The spindle on the grinder wobbled enough to put the fear of god into us. I wasn't going to spin that damned thing up! No way! I'd seen a grinding wheel explode like a claymore mine once before. Once was enough.Freight cost so much now that the gas had hit 18 dollars a gallon that traveling 20 or 30 miles to pick something up made a. A few minutes later, she came into the kitchen, nude again, and we proceeded to eat dinner and talked about school and stuff. After cleaning up, we went into the living room to watch TV. I kept the lights off, trying to keep the place cool. Ginger was sitting in the recliner, with her legs hanging over both arm rests, spread eagle. I saw her and my cock got rock hard. Ginger saw it as well.She got up from the chair and came over to the sofa and sat next to me, putting her head on my. "George, don't argue," Cindy said. "We're going to help whether you want us to or not. The only way you'll keep us out of here is to call the cops." Damn kids. When I was your age I listened to my elders and respected what they told me," he grumbled, but he wasn't being very vociferous about it."George," Beth grinned, "we're listening to you." Yeah, you're listening. Now how about paying attention! You kids are all in school and must have better ways to spend your time." Nope, can't think of a.