I rubbed it on her clit and pussy hole. She guided my cock to enter her hole. I balanced myself on both ends of the bathtub and slowly started stockin.... Same time we were having French kiss as well. She started moaning slowly with pleasure. My 7-inch tool was giving her immense pleasure which she never got from her husband. My tool was touching her g-spot area which every girl long for during sex. I slowly started increasing my speed. She placed one of her legs above the side of the bathtub to. In this moment, I felt so guilty that I just wanted to disappear."Don't blame him! We both ... got carried away," Nicole said."I'm so sorry. Is she going to be OK?" I said."It is too late to worry about that now?" Nadja replied and looked at the screen again."What's wrong with me?" Nicole asked."This man here has managed to displace two of the fixators, which has caused a hairline fracture." Forgive me if you can. I thought that everything was fine." I said, looking at my feet."Stop it, Peter!. I used a scented soap that Missy had left out and also used her razor to make sure any stubble was not noticeable.I dried off and like Missy, I wrapped my towel around my upper torso. I walked down the hallway into Missy’s room. She handed me a brush and told me to start on my hair. I sat on the bed and started to brush. Over the next hour or so, I went through what can only be described as a truly incredible transformation. The makeup and hairstyling, which included her adding some nice curls. "What of it?" Now look at our tracks, the ones we made when we headed out this morning. See how they are less well defined? The same goes for the wagon's skid tracks in the yard between the barns and the house. In some places they have been completely been blown over by the light snow. Now look at that track from the road into the yard, the one that veers toward the house and then toward the cow barn. That track was made by a small ski mobile. Someone is in the barn." Oh," she gasped. The anger.