You guys have inserted an incredible amount of excitement into our lives. It is clear to me that Susan enjoyed herself and I know that I did. Why stop...it here?Hi, Jim. Sorry for the bit of flimflam and staging. We wanted you to see the prize before you thought about the cost.What cost? As long as Susan still loves me and wants to be my wife, there has been no cost to me, although the benefits of the first couple of hours are pretty awesome.Then you would like to continue to let Madge call the. ’ ‘I’m really sorry,’ said Tim, touching my hand. ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s more considerate.’ ‘Anyway,’ I said, taking a deep breath, ‘I’m getting hungry – I promised Mum I’d make us some sandwiches for lunch.’ ‘I could definitely eat something too,’ grinned Tim. We went through into the kitchen and I occupied myself buttering bread and finding cold meat in the fridge. Tim put the kettle on and made coffee. When we’d finished lunch, I said, ‘So, you want to have a go at that jigsaw?’. The pressure on her slit sent a shiver up her spine, and a drop of moisture escaped her. Tariff felt the wetness forming around his head and pushed in. Her hole was warm and soft and wet. It was tighter than most he had been with. As he pushed deeper, Aliya moaned, and shuddered when he reached the base. Tariff retracted slowly then thrusted in again. He was enjoying the slow motion in and out of the servant girl’s sex, and from the sounds Aliya was making so was she. He gripped her hips tight. I look over the rows of chips to see my daddy sitting in the car with the door open. He seems to be yelling at mother, his hands lifting slightly. I step outside and hear them.“You always pump the gas… I couldn’t find either one of you,” she yells back at him.‘Shit!’ I look to my daddy, he hadn’t seen me yet.“You’re a big girl, you can pump the damn gas yourself.”“You always do it, though,” she says through her teeth.He stands up out of the car, slamming the door enough to make the entire.