Its total torture. I fuss around a bit and wiggle my ass, hoping to God he would just bury his cock in my ass at best, but at least rub his finger in ...here. He gets my hint as he works his hands slowly up my ass cheeks. Little by little he moves his index finger deeper between my ass crack. Deeper and ever so slowly deeper he gets, as if hes trying to tease me.Your butt crack is so hot Casey. I can feel the heat from it even though its so hot out. He says to me.Clearing my throat, I tell him,. He is lying. It was his birthday surprise. I read it in a magazine. Our sex life had been so non existent. I thought dressing up for him. Would be fun." she said. Cletus began to laugh. He then turned to his wife. "Hey Baby! Come here often. How much?? Oh! No! Not you again. I'm not married." then a big laugh. I buckled my seat belt as I sped out of the parking lot.I looked in the rear view mirror. I could see Mona head move. Then her big breast pushed on the glass. I pushed on the breaks to. ***Friday, December 8, 1871Shamus stood silently behind the bar, watching Arnie Diaz walkingtowards him. The boy had been in almost every day. "Well, ye're comingin honest these days instead of hiding like ye done that time before,but I'll still not be serving ye any alcohol no matter how often yecome in." I don't want your beer, Mr. O'Toole, not today, not ever." Arnielooked him square in the face, then he grinned. "If sarsaparillas' goodenough for Bridget... Miss Kelly, then it's all I care. “I’m not sure what I’m letting myself in for, though.”“Hmm. Greenway House isn’t the sort of place everybody likes,” muses the driver. “But I’m sure you’ll do fine if you are broad-minded enough. I’m Kirsty, by the way.”“Hi, Kirsty, I’m Nicole. You said Greenway House?” I query. “I thought the place was called La Chatte Heureuse.”“La Chatte Heureuse is the organisation which owns the house and grounds. This whole area was once called after the 19th-century industrialist Obadiah Greenway. But.