..” he breathed. I felt his hot juice splash against my walls. He thrust a couple of times more, then he dropped my legs and leaned over me. Placin... a kiss on my lips, he told me to take my nap. I rolled over on my side. I could feel my husband's juices running out of my swollen pussy, down over my thighs. I hadn't cum, yet. My clit throbbed. Slipping my hand down, I began to softly rub my clit. Electric pulses ran down my legs. Rubbing harder, I made my nub grow, and soon, it was peeking. They were both adventurous in terms of what they would do to one another and those two years in the relationship with Diane had taught Melanie so much. In fact, a lot of what went on within the walls of her small flat were the inspiration for the erotic novels that she wrote. Melanie read the note again, holding it against her chest and beaming with happiness. “I’ll be home by 6:30pm. Dinner must be on the table by 7:30pm. We’ll then be discussing how naughty Melanie has been today and I’ll. Many old cars were now having their engines refitted for chemical batteries or hydrogen power.Molly was now working evenings and sometimes nights in a synthetic fish bar, where her vegetarian tendencies were partly assuaged by the knowledge that the fish fillets she was frying had never once been part of an animal that had swum the open seas. Or ever swum anywhere at all.Both Mark and Molly were close enough to where they worked to walk there which probably took them less time than if they. It happens to all grounded grannies.”Alice wasn’t so happy about that but knew she couldn’t refuse.Melanie enforced her control by saying, “Let’s go for a walk now.”Alice didn’t get a chance to reply as Melanie tugged lightly at the lead and walked towards the door to the cabin with Alice obediently in tow. Alice felt a bit better once outside as she saw several grannies being led around on leads and supposed it was a standard disciplinary measure after all. As they walked she heard several.