”“An apology – for what?”“I’ll explain later, if we don’t find her. Quick, let’s go. It’s getting late. I hope they’re still there...��” ~“Riley! Hey, Riley!” The sun was nearly setting by the time Alison and Claire found Riley and her friends again. They were winding up their circle games, singing another old favourite:Cock-a-doodle-do!My dame will fuck wiv youWhile master fiddles his fiddlin’-stick,She’ll gape ‘er arse at you!And there, lying at the centre of the circle, was Riley, her long. It was just her and a salad and a sandwich, enjoying an uncharacteristically uneventful day. When she was done eating and heading to the dish cart, Jillian noticed they were serving vanilla ice cream cake for desert. The sight of it made her feel cold in the groin. It was now an inescapable truth in her life that she knew what it was like to sit on ice cream cake, and to have it be a surprise. It made her wet, the thought of it, of Colin watching her do it, and with that, her excitement for the. I was always her favorite. When I was younger I spent at least one night a week at her house. Gram is in very good shape for a woman of 63 even though she is slightly overweight at about 175 pounds on a 5'4" frame. About 25 pounds of that weight is in her breasts. They are huge. All I ever remember seeing her wear around the store is a spotless white cotton dress kind of like a uniform which is so heavily starched it would probably stand up in a corner by itself. Gram keeps 4 or 5 in the office. As we walked to the elevator she was walking maybe 2 paces ahead of me and I happened to notice how nice her butt looked in the black stretchy pants that seem to be sweeping the nation. She was a cute girl, maybe 5'4 brown hair, she said she was going to visit her friend. As we reached the fifth floor I showed her to her friends door and headed to my room, not thinking twice about talking to her. It was rather late, about 11 and I was about to get in the shower when there was a knock at my.