Every outlet, every flat surface, was consumed by a charger and a snarl of wire. I cut a hole in the end of the box, and pulled through a single cord....Multi-taps made a hole for every prong. The box became a happy jungle of wire, with a merry glow of red and green lights.With the kids away at school, the jungle has been cut in half, but the shoebox still has a home on the kitchen counter. I was late for work. I grabbed the nearest phone of the identical pair, the manual it was sitting on, and. ’ Now it was Don’s turn to be shocked, he had simply wanted to put her back on her heels a bit, he never expected her to actually go along. But then he thought, why not. ‘All right, now that that’s settled, I have lasagna to make for supper.’ He turned to go back into the kitchen but then turned back around. ‘You’re welcome to stay.’ He added with a smile. ‘Lasagna?’ She asked with an obvious look of disbelief. ‘Homemade.’ He added. ‘Homemade?’ The disbelief even more evident in her question.. Alene’s arousal was off the charts, never was she so horny. “deep breathes Alene,” she said to herself as she looked at her cock, “you’ll get your action later, please, I need to focus.”As if her cock heard her, it deflated back to its dormant proportion and her balls shrunk, as if saying: “ok, I’ll rest for now but when I awake next I won’t go easy on you.”Alene exhaled and stood up. “Thank you, Angie, now let us fix this little problem.” Both girls nodded yes and got to work.“Paula, you will. His lips met mine with such force I have never experienced before, our bodies so close we felt as though we were one. His fingers reached in between my legs, and he slowly inserted them into my vagina. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. It had gone beyond wanting, I needed him. My muscles contracted around him, and he moved his hands towards my backside, lifting me so that my legs went around his waist. He held me steady, my vagina perfectly angled for him to enter me. I held onto his.