He muttered a curse, picked up the bag, and put it on the kitchen table."Chicken biscuits," he grinned when Christa gave the bag a questioning glance...."I got hooked on the damned things. They're like crack on a biscuit. If I spend another month in Tennessee, I'll put on another twenty pounds."He sat down at the table and fished one of the biscuits out for himself."So what's the story? Did the cops catch them?" Sheriff's office called last night," she said. "They thought we'd want to know. I. “Another thing I do is always have a glass of cold water with me; and every few minutes I will take a little sip. This stops my throat drying out, which is easy to happen when there’s air conditioning or central heat, they often make the room air very dry. But don’t go too far the other way, and drink huge amounts of water, otherwise you’ll find you need frequent trips to the toilet, and that can be distracting if you are in the middle of teaching a class.”“Oh yes, I can see how that might be a. Friday night is almost always for Monkey Love, so Saturday morning is kind of slow starting. I was cuddled up to Dons back with one leg thrown over his hip. I was in that half waking state to when I felt a pair of hands spreading my ass cheeks. Then there was the delicious feeling of a tongue circling my asshole. I knew it was Jen back from her early morning run and looking for some fun. I arched my back to push into her tongue and she responded by spearing it deep in side. As she wiggled her. She does have a cute little body – she’s no model, but who wants one? I see her toes match her fingernails..hmmm – looks like she might clean up OK. What I see of her legs in those capris, they are nice and smooth, a nice olive complexion – maybe Greek? Italian? Slavic? Well, very American now, whatever the case. Her tits? Yes, all I imagined. As she rose, they swung forward a bit, swayed together slightly and then came to rest just above her belly button, their free fall prevented by the.