Helen was doing all kinds of lovely things to her.Brenda was on her knees now and Helen was behind her with her face pressed into the crack of Brenda'... ass.Go on, Brenda thought, do it. Lick my ass.Helen did it. Brenda trembled as she felt Helen's wet tongue lapping up and down over her brownie.At intervals Helen would drop her tongue down to probe Brenda's dripping cunthole, but she kept her tongue most of the time on Brenda's asshole.Brenda couldn't remember when anything had felt so. He held my hairs like a bunch and started ridding me mm yess yess yesss yesss. Don’t stop. You bitch, I will tare your pussy into pieces now you fuck my dad and now me don’t know even my son one day can fuck you yessss I am a bitch of your family Yesss wants to fuck your son one day you fuck me now yesss like that.”Bitch, do you want me to fuck your ass yesssss fuck me where ever you want to and how ever you want to, but keep fucking me I like your cock and the way you fuck me. Yes.”He then. I took the cruiser out to a flea market looking for a chest of drawers. I knew that I didn't need to do my shopping at the flea market, but I enjoyed it. Unfortunately I couldn't find a thing.On the way home I passed a salvage store, so just for the hell of it I stopped. He had three matching very old wooden filing cabinets from a business that went belly up when the owner finally died. I saw no reason why they wouldn't work for clothes. The drawers would be a bit deep, but what the heck. I. Marie changed the subject. "I have the bidder's list here. Do you want to make any changes in it?" Why do you ask, Marie?" Well, I got a phone call a little earlier. From Switzerland." Who was it?" He said his name was Raul Sauter. He told me he was M. Schellen's brother-in-law and that he wanted a copy of the bid package when we send it out. I thought I'd better ask you about that." What did you tell him, exactly?" Helen's attention was thoroughly engaged."I did as I usually do. I asked the.