The sexy wife walked outside and immediately the wind hurt her face. She slipped in the snow but made her way up on to Phil’s front door and knocked...loudly. After a few moments Phil opened the door, “Hey ya Freckles!”“Do you have power?” shivered Katie.Phil looked back at the light in his living room and smirked, “Yes I do,” boasting as though he was the only one in the world that had electricity.“Could I charge my phone?” she held her iPhone out with the chord attached.The fat old man rolled. With all the maids taken by guests I spent most of the night alone until about 4 a.m. Martha came to my bed. Her partner had to return to his home before dawn. Needless to say I availed myself of her body although it had been well used for most of the night. Everyone rose late that Sabbath but I didn’t complain. Katherine helped Hilda make her painful way down stairs. I ordered them both back to their rooms and to ready themselves as I wished to inspect their wounds. Giving them ten minutes I. He crouched there for about an hour, watching her type and giggle when someone said something funny. Finally, she seemed to lose interest and flicked off her light. Damn, he suddenly couldn’t see, his eyes had adjusted to the light and all he saw now was blackness. He covered his watch light and turned it on, 11:51. He still had hours. His eyes eventually adjusted to the lack of light but he could still see very little inside of the room. Then suddenly his luck changed and a cloud cleared away. Mr. Jackson was standing in the middle of the living room. Fran got up and came over to him and kneeled down and started unzipping his trousers. My mother in the mean time got behind him and started unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his chest. Fran slid his trousers down and took his massive meat in her tiny hands and started stroking it. She looked up at him and proceeded to lift his cock and lick the underside of it. Mr. Jackson moaned and said…all those brothers have taught you well. You.