Don't poke the cork back in the thermos too hard. It's getting old and hard to pull out.Munchies? Yeah, I got munchies. What's your pleasure: Powdered...donuts or the chocolate covered ones? No, the wild rice brats are for our island cook out lunch later. Stay out of the buns... they are to wrap around our brats. Trust me. Eat a donut. If ya' want bananas and oranges, get in Ma's boat.That's better. Brush the powdered sugar off your lap. You look like a flour sack blew up on you. Now lean back. He tasted like some sort of salt, and Bri found she didn't mind this at all. As for Buster, he was whining deep in his throat and looking down at his mistress with a mixture of confusion and lust in his eyes. Quickly she licked his pole up and down, wanting it as wet as possible for her last hole. Bri figured she was already going to hell for sure, so why not enjoy this to the fullest? She wanted to feel Buster's hot smooth cock in her virgin ass hole, and she wanted it NOW. She stopped. It took me a moment to remember. My heart skipped a beat when I turned and recognized her."It is Jason, isn't it?" She stood behind me in line. Only her grocery cart separated us. "I know it's you, but I'm not sure about the name. I have the worse time remembering names." Yes it is," I took a deep breath and confirmed her assumption. We had met before, of that much I was certain! Proof was in the fact she knew my name. I also recognized her. She wore a tight little T-shirt. I noticed the. She was very happy and went to ask him if he agreed, and we all went up to our bedroom.They wasted no time, I guess an evening of dancing and some wine was enough, and so my wife starts deep kissing him in a way we almost never do anymore, which already there was hard to watch. Then she takes off his shirt, pushes him down on the bed (our bed!) kissing his naked stomach and taking off his shoes and pants while stripping down to her bra and underwear herself. By this time he is already hard, and.