This was right up until recently when the old woman had taken suddenly ill and was no longer able to care for herself in her own home.Jared and Gloria...had gone to great lengths to make sure their neighbor and friend was set up and cared for properly in her new surroundings. They had also made the personal commitment to visit regularly every three or four weeks or so as their busy schedules permitted. One of those visits had been only just a few days ago which was probably why the woman was. She squeezed and pulled and twisted each nipple until it stood out thick and hard. Severines movements were restricted in this small cubicle – buttocks grinding uncomfortably against the closed lid/ knees knocking against the walls – but she did not care about these distractions. She just wriggled and writhed. Edging ever closer towards her glorious fate. Two wet fingers circling the engorged vessel of her dark passions. Frantic and wild. Yes. Imagining Clays tongue probing her most intimate. I wanted to tell him how much pleasure he’d given me, remind him of special moments during the day, of how it had felt being with him, touching him, having him touch and make love to me. So, while trying to keep up my end of the conversation, in my head I was re-living each of the wonderful moments we had enjoyed – and realised I was also totting up the number of times he had given me an orgasm. There had been the first, frantic session just after he’d arrived – I couldn’t believe how short a. Peering up over her thunderous high- riding tits, she saw the dog there, saw him crouched between her long, slender legs. How odd it looked, seeing something that furry settled down in that oh too private spot, his tongue stretched out and touching her all over!"Mmmmmmm..."And then the image of that big white horse flitted across her mind. His power, his... his sexuality. Barbara remembered the warm, furry feeling of his coat and trembled, her cunt puckering up once more, the muscles trying to.