“How ‘bout a Heineken?” Peter joked.“Yeah, right.” He handed over a red can from the 12-pack. “Grab that bag of Doritos, will ya? I’ll g...t the can of peanuts.” No one liked salted peanuts better than Zack Landers, who always had a big tin on hand to slake his obsession. Peter could take ‘em or leave ‘em, though; he was addicted to cashews. He furrowed his brow at the brand name on the can; or rather, the lack of one.“Big Lots,” Zack said disgustedly. “Mom says I can buy Planter’s out of my. Well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret smiled at her and asked if she could sit down. Abigail offered her a cup of tea, but the older woman declined. "It's a big jump movin'. Must have been force of habit. ["Nancy, you look bitchin with a cock up your ass! I'll be getting some of that myself." Bob's voice was just a little hoarse from the excitement.] Nancy wrapped her arms around Leon's waist and hid her face in his lap. "Oh god Eddy, you gotta finish! Owww...." She was only just barely audible. With a firm grip on her hips, Eddy pumped....and pumped....and then he came. Unable to hold himself up, he fell back, pulling his cock [none too gently] from Nancy's sore. With long expert strokes, he comes back up to my neck and releases all my tension. He moves over my collar bones, making small circles, down between my breasts with one hand over the other, then large circles around my tits. Over and over, my nipples so hard with that cooling arousal sensation that they feel like they might pop right off my chest. He finally starts to rub and squeeze my tits, circling my nipples, pinching them, squeezing them. “Oh, Yes,” I yell. I have never cum just from.