. as part of the deal was I was to give her a nice massage..So I show up at my Moms with folding massage table and I asked where she wanted me to set ...p.. She asked if I could do it in the living room so I could watch the game at the same time.. I said sure and figured I pretty much be done before the game even began. That's what I get for thinking.. she was puttering around putting together snacks, drinks as the pregame show was on. The table was set up and I ran an extension cord so I had. Drinking in each and every drop *Muse: oh My Sir I graciously invite you to me *Sir Grey: I so want to take you, experience you fully. *Muse: my lily is open for you *Sir Grey: Is there dew upon it? *Muse: milky sweet honey nectar dew is coating it My Sir *Sir Grey: My pet I know you are ripe full fragrant open exposed moist for Me *Muse: very very My fingers plunge in deeply my mind imagining lips tongues devouring the fierce arousals of heated flesh desires known *Sir Grey: Yes… you are. It would seem that Cathy Bickers was going to be my failsafe excuse for any incoherent moments, spontaneous bulges in my pants and any otherwise odd behavior for the foreseeable future. “You should ask her out.” She tells me as she slips two pieces of bread into the toaster and pushes it down. By the time Mom had delivered my breakfast, I had explained how I could never do that. Cathy was “…out of my league.”She mussed my hair and told me that was nonsense, “You have a lot to offer a girl.” She. As she gripped him tightly began to dig into her nails but it was too late. Louisa's whole body began to spasm and luckily Jack recognised that she was having an another orgasm and his fingers stopped. He had to support almost all of her weight as she fell weak. With one hand still wrapped around her waist he raised the other one to her upper body. It wasn't to play with her breasts again but rather offer the support she needed in that moment. Waves of energy passed through her and she could.