“Yes, Carol, I am. I hope that we’re still cool?” Denise replied. “Well, you owe me a bottle of wine, you slut!” Carol said. “I told you t... trust Steve. I win our bet. You better make it up to him.” Denise smiled, her color returning to normal. “Oh, I will honey, I promise. I’ve already asked his forgiveness, and now Roger’s going to help me make amends.” “I wish I were there, I’d have Roger make all his amends to me,” Carol said. “This is all still a little weird, but I’m liking it. I can’t. He jumped back on his mistress and started to pound away. He tried to find her hole, but it was now blocked by some object. Buster quickly made use of her tighter one, and Bri tried to relax as she felt him pound at her tiny butt hole. Finally he got the head of his dick in and Bri let out a quiet scream as it burst past her spinchter. She couldn't believe this, her dog was actually fucking her asshole! She had gone from an innocent little girl into a teenager with a brush handle in her cunt. I do know some of yall did wank while reading. I know I did when I was typing the initial story.Just to jog your memory, Prabitha is my fiancee and Premila is her mom. She is Premila is about 40 years old and mother of 3 sexy nymphomaniacs.Previously……. My heart was beating fast, as if it would be jumping out if it wasn’t for my rib-cage. I was already hard. Prabitha learned well. She leads me out of our bathroom into the room. I set my eyes upon Premila. She isn’t my Aunty. She is a sex. Of A., right?”She laughed. “I guess that will at least give me a little relief.”“Don’t worry, Cindy, we have one line ready just for engine production,” Hunter said. “That alone should relieve some of the disruption our special orders cause.”“You need a whole line for engines? What are you two planning now?”“Not so much planning, as anticipating,” I said. “Lockheed asked for a meeting after Thanksgiving. They want to pitch us something. I don’t think it will be for electricity.”“Well, that is.