Ever”. She laughed again and I had to admit, I loved the sound. I wondered if she laughed like this with Brendan. I kinda had the idea that he could...be a little dull and that she had a better time with me. I pushed the thought from my mind. “No, that wasn’t what I was thinking. I was going to say that if we stop at my place I could pick up…,” she paused, “some….things.” I felt myself begin to smile but Stacy pretended not to notice, seeming to be a little shy again. I agreed that it sounded. “Hang on” he sighed. Still on all fours I looked behind me. The bed moved and George on his knees behind me reached to a bed side cabinet and took out a small clear bottle and something else. I felt dripping liquid on my crack followed by a finger entering me. I closed my eyes. A second finger was pushed in with the first and gently massaging started inside me. More liquid was dripped on me. The feeling of two fingers inside me was a feeling I can’t explain. But it felt as though my hole was. On the table is the remains of a deep-dish breakfast pie - a crusted quiche containing eggs, sausage, and bacon pieces as well as cheese, onions, and shredded style hash brown potatoes. All this is blended together in a sauce and baked well. It’s one of Kyle’s favorite breakfast dishes.“Mom, how did you have time to make this?” Kyle asks.“I gave the chef at the hotel the recipe and asked him to prepare it as a carry out. I thought it might help your day start out on a brighter note.”“Thanks,. The elder Muhammad watched a few plays before begging away to assist his long-time pal with the car he was restoring. The six-foot-five, two-hundred-sixty-nine-pound, caramel-skinned man got back in the vehicle and cranked it up. He looked at his smartphone and saw he had a message from Lou asking him to pick up a dozen eggs on his way home. He texted back letting her know he would.Then, he took out his burner phone. He placed a call to the number labeled ‘Sissy Snowbunny’. “It’s Big Q,”.