"Ready mom?" she asked her Mother, Lisa."One minute, hon'," replied Lisa as she stared into her compact and applied some light lipstick. Lisa looked f...bulous even dressed in drawstring yoga pants and a matching v-neck sleeveless top that hugged her tremendous breasts. She pulled her platinum blonde hair into a ponytail, her dark roots straining, as she said, "Okay, let's go."They wandered on to the gym floor where squads of cheerleaders rehearsed their stunts, including tumbles, pyramids and. “Haha, funny. It ain’t nice to joke about hot tea while I’m freezing my ass off.” Her body trembled and shivered as she replied between chattering teeth.“Who’s joking? We’ve got a hobo stove, plenty of fuel, a tea bag, water, a customer, and more time than we know what to do with, so why not?” I answered as I dug through the gear Alice salvaged from the ATV.The hobo stove is the clever invention of some unnamed and forgotten hobo genius of days long gone. The stove’s design is elegant in its. Thank God I was sitting because I felt a small but yet very perceptible wave of electricity go though my body. Michael! The mere thought of him sent chills down my spine. He is the one I wanted and he knew it. I had been lusting over his beautiful cock since my first night here when his sister Michelle had made him cum to relieve his aching member. My mind made a leap and I wondered if the “Auction” had started already. Uncle Joe and Aunt Leslie’s part in it had been made clear, but what was. ”“You know I don’t mind,” Armand flirted subtledly. Armand poured a cup and asked, “Sugar or creamer?”“Nah. I take it black,” Doug replied.“Me too, Coming right up.”Armand Leon Sullivan Harrell walked the coffee cup over to Doug.Douglas Jackson studied Armand’s four-foot-eleven body and egg-shaped booty.Armand looked over his shoulder. His curly Afro, wide-set green eyes, and chocolate skin were an enigma in and of itself. Doug gulped.“Here you go, sweetie,” remarked Armand. “Let me know what.