.....as you relax your legs fall open and you feel drops of essance mixed with oil dripping off you smooth lips and soaking into the soft mink rug..........a finger slides between your legs teasing you wet lips .........The door opens and you hear another pair of foot prints enter the room......you feel masculine energy.......as you try to press yourself deeper on to his finger a firm hand presses you down...."patience angel, patience", a familiar voice says… As you move your head the blindfold. You don’t need to worry, besides, I loved it.” She called Mom and recounted the evening and her soreness. Her advice was to walk it off. Both of my girls seemed very happy with our progress. Later, I dragged Julie to the golf course, and we walked nine holes. She played better at the end, and I lost a couple of bets that she planned to collect on soon.After dinner we retired to the family room and relaxed. Her pussy was better but still sore and I begged off any sex until she was ready.Chapter. ‘Why don’t you make an exception and put on a pyjama?’ she asked in exasperation. ‘What for? You’ve already seen me naked,’ Scott laughed as he folded and hung his clothes away before walking around only dressed in his boxer shorts. They didn’t hide much and Kate could clearly see the outline of his erect cock behind the white fabric. As he turned sideways she got a good glimpse of the sheer size of him. She tried to look somewhere else but her eyes were immediately drawn to the rippled. "Now that you've called in, we're only hanging on Melissa Schaedler. Ronna Goldberg's husband is missing; it doesn't look good. We had several injuries in the office, mostly flying glass when the tower went down, nobody too seriously, fortunately. The office was totally trashed the last I saw when we got out of there, and there's talk the building is so unsafe that they may have to drop it before we can rescue anything." If you see Ronna, tell her I'm just sorry as hell, and I know how she.