"Bridgett agreed that Ingmar's stove would work better, and more quietly, than our generator-run electric model. I wondered why I hadn't had the prese...ce of mind, much earlier, to secure a gas-operated stove.Well. On my next shopping excursion.We found a Starbucks across the street from the stadium, with outdoor tables and chairs already in place and not looking too much the worse for having been left outdoors for two weeks. It was no great trick to move our banquet to those tables, and the. . feminine, you are," I remarked as I sweptmy gaze along the figure of the gorgeous woman sharing my table.There wasn't a single thing about Gina that might even hint at her trueself. She sat, not just like a girl, but like a very sexy one who wastrying to put those wiles to use. Her back was arched just enough toemphasize the spectacular, perky rack that was barely covered by herdress. In fact, a lot of it wasn't covered at all, a situation that sheseemed both aware of and to be using to. I was of Italian decent and had a seven and half inches of uncut dick. My muscular body came from hard work, not from taking steroids. I had nothing on my mind except looking forward to the long weekend coming up. The family and I would be spending the long weekend together. Lots of swimming playing family sports, barbequing, bond fires at night and just horsing around, having a good time. The car was packed up ready to hit the road by six AM. This was the very first time since Sandy and I got. O worked a wet finger into me and then I could feel the tip of his wet cock sliding into my panties, like it had a mind of its own. This is a part that I like a lot and did not want to rush it. Feeling that big cock sliding all over me, nudging and poking at my hole before slipping up my crack and nestling between my cheeks. I could do this for hours; it really gets me going.O had other ideas, I am trying to avoid it sliding into my tight hole, and he was trying his best to get it up inside me..