’ ‘That is a lovely tradition, my love,’ I said squeezing Marie’s hand. ‘When I was little I would help turn the handle on the meat grinder ...ntil bedtime. Dad still grinds the meat by hand. Keep in mind, good sausage must always be coarse ground. It must have plenty of fresh cracked fennel. As much my Dad likes his hot peppers, Dad always makes his sausage mild for Mom. Just before they mix the ground meat and spices together, the men pour four glasses of wine for a toast, and then our priest. ” I whimpered as I put my full well rounded ass in the air waiting, no begging for him to come and slide every last pulsating inch of his dick into my dripping heat. I watched as my son stood from the chair his cock bobbing with his movements as it stuck straight out in front of his body. Then I felt him move up behind me sliding his warm hands along my wide flaring hips as he took a grip on me, and I reached down between my creamy wet thighs to grip his cock and guided him to my dripping. She is athletic and has a good physique. she is 5’7″ tall and has a figure that makes any guy crazy. I started to have an erection and then realized that the tablet he gave might be the viagra pill so i took it and went to the bathroom and i was shocked to see paddu inside. She slapped me for bringing manasa and stood there silent. I then slapped her on the ass cheeks and she moaned so loud that manasa asked whats going on inside? Was i jerking off?Her words made me more crazy and my dick was. In the morning, I wake before the girl, playing with her hair. "You awake, babe?" I ask. She barely moves, she's a deep sleeper obviously. I kiss her quickly and get off the bed, making my way down to the kitchen and to make some coffee for us both. I sit at the table, waiting for her to come down, so I can see her again. An hour passes and lunchtime arrives, I leave her cold coffee on the table and walk back to the bedroom. She lays there, still sleeping peacefully, barely moving. I smile and.