Those papers never left him; or rather, he had alternate configurations of them for wherever he went -- one for his study upstairs, one for here, one ...or the car, and, of course, one for the office. She begrudged him none except the set he kept here -- the one place she and her husband might have had some chance for personal contact.There was another aspect of Cynthia's view. If she ignored or looked beyond her husband, she saw the piano which in a happier age she herself had played sometimes. Pulling them apart, I slipped my finger slowly down the crack until they gently grazed her little brown rose.Cindy moaned and pushed her ass back at me, lifting a leg slightly and spreading her legs. My fingers rubbed the little back hole for a few seconds, feeling it pulse with excitement. I could feel Cindy's heart beating rapidly against my chest as I probed the tight little hole, the tip of my finger pressing briefly inside.There was a moan, almost of frustration, as I pulled my finger. " "No way," I answered as she got out of the car and stood by the door. "Make up your mind, Mike my mom says, it's hot out here." I looked at my mom. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." the side windows are covered with reflective foil so nobody sees us sitting there "Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college and you will be looking at the painting that’s stacks up behind the seat ," my father said. "I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?" 'Ok,. The name AJ’s new roommate was Deb, a bit of improvement on AJ’s tight-lipped roomer over at Christian called Deborah. On that first night at Albion when a guy called Joe entered the room to get into Deb’s bed he was introduced to AJ and went off and returned with a guy called Rick. AJ was ever so grateful and was relieved to find she’d not forgotten how to deliver good sex. In fact she was so pleased she made Rick stay till dawn and the poor guy staggered away and fell over twice before even.