She pulled her sleeping bag and bag of essential/just-in-case supplies out of the back seat. "Let me take that," said Lance. Hal was getting his own t...ings out of the jeep."I can carry my own stuff," Lauren said. Lance yielded the sleeping bag."I'll carry this," he said, raising the bag. "You'll need one hand free for the rope." You guys take the description, 'Sherpas, ' too seriously." Still she put the sleeping bag over her left shoulder and trudged ahead. Hal was next, carrying only his. That was a moment that will be forever etched in my mind. The tip of Kay’s tongue parted her lips and licked her lips. Her big brown eyes rolled up at me. Below her face, her full tits, with their long hard, puckered nipples were served up on the bed of black bra cups. Their outline stood out from the field of pink below. Her small hands came up and took hold of the elastic band of the Santa suit pants and my cock was straining at the velour for freedom! If I live another century I will never. She headed back up stairs to her room to use her standard toy which was basically the handle of her hair brush. As she sauntered up the stairs she thought about her mom's vibrator. She had always been afraid of using it; her thought was that it was gross for two people to use such an object. Perhaps if she cleaned it first it would be okay, she thought to herself. She quickly made up her mind and headed into her mother's room. She checked the drawer of her mom's bureau where she had. Are you disappointed that you are a slave?” She flicked her tongue over the nose and then turned her head to suckle on her daughter’s breast.“Well, it sure takes some getting used to,” Faith chose her words carefully. “It isn’t something that I have aspired to. And I’m not sure that I’m comfortable being your lover.”“You aren’t my lover,” Jill responded. “To be sure, I love you very much; more than you can imagine. But we aren’t lovers.”“You are sucking on my nipple,” said Faith, incredulous at.