I burst into the pantry, knocking over cans of food as I searched for a box of shells. I cleaned the shelves, there was nothing but tins of beans and ...pam, fuck. Where else might they be? The attic? The garage? Double fuck, was the garage door closed? Probably not. Adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way to the garage at a sprint, accessible via a door to the farmhouse, or from outside. I flung the door open, seeing the truck parked inside, and the garage door raised. As if on cue. Fully engorged, aroused by the memory of Cathy's departure, my cock towers over me, bloated and huge and slick with rivulets of precum flowing freely down the shaft. I'd touch it if I thought I could do any good: whatever qualms I used to have about masturbation are long, long gone by now. But that fucking ring just sits there, winking in the dim moonlight from my window, preventing me from doing anything but torture myself.Still, I can't help but touch it.But no sooner do my fingers touch the. I pulled her bikini bottom to one side and fondled her bum. As we got back to the room, we saw the maid's trolley outside our room. Great, I thought,as I opened the door to be greeted by the sight of the maid on the bed with her overalls up around her waist, her eyes closed and her hand down her knickers!!She was probably in her early 40's and had very nice looking plump breasts and long, well tanned legs. She looked up almost as soon as we were through the door and closed her legs. She told us. His plan to either marry Belle or give Belle to the Beast tobreak the curse was no longer possible. Gaston needed advice and whatbetter friend than Lefou in a tavern drinking beer.Gaston sat on his throne chair drinking a beer when he sought Lefou overto him. "You see, I have this friend," Gaston began."Right," Lefou said not catching on."He's willing to sacrifice his freedom and respect to be a royal prince'sservant. Should he take the position?" Gaston asked nonchalant.Lefou didn't see the.