So, keep that in mind when bidding”“A Gold earring of,” being a dick, I paused for dramatic effect. They were not pleased. “Fire Resistance. T...e number one Mage Class boys and girls.”“Holy Shit!” Heather was not the only one who swore, hers was just the loudest. And quickest.“The list price for this beauty is 10,000 silver nuggets. I need to go to the loo. Bidding will start in fifteen minutes.”“Jason don’t you fucking go anywhere,” Heather was not pleased with my artificial delay.I really did. . no more lullabies ... he was a big boy now and it was time for big boy things."How bad?" How the hell should I know? Two Ball Gale ... or something like that."Foul weather gear ... time to dress like a Gloucester fisherman. Wool socks, woolen long underwear, a checkered long-sleeved wool shirt, wool mask hat, rolled up to a cap. Then rubber, armpit high, waders with built in boots ... and suspenders.A heavy duty life vest with an Automatic Release EPIRB came next. Then a rubber jacket with. The nipple seemed to fill my mouth as I brushed my tongue back and forth over it. Her whole body was beginning to respond now as she grunted and moaned with pleasure. But she was desperate for something in her pussy now and I felt her urgently worming her right hand underneath me so that it could get there. And then I knew her fingers had struck home as she cried out and I felt her hips jerk below us. I could sense the movement down there as her fingers worked to satisfy the rising level of. “Oh, I am so buying that for you” announced Connie.“Really?” replied my daughter. “You like it? But you don’t have to but it for me, Connie.”“Well” said Connie, her playful tine turning somewhat more serious, “I will… but only if you call me “Aunt Connie’ from here on.”“Well” my daughter replied as she giggled, “Okay, Aunt Connie.”Connie smiled and then turned her attention to my wife, Her whore.“Try just these on” said Connie, in a very stern voice as she playfully held up a pair of lace.