Jack called together his friends, Joey, Billy, Eddie, and Don. ‘Thanks fellas for coming on short notice.’ He ushered them in the living room gree...ing his friends resplendent in his Marine Corp uniform from his days in Viet Nam. ‘Want some coffee? I just made it fresh.’ ‘Yeah,’ they all said in unison and eyeing him with curiousity, except for hard of hearing Don, the complainer and the oldest one in the group. ‘What time is it?’ ‘4pm.’ ‘What?’ ‘4pm, Don.’ ‘No coffee for me,’ said Don. ‘It. I don't know much about the craft, but from the fine detail, I could see that it was excellent workmanship.Some of the more well off families, around the area, soon learned about her mother's skill. At least once a month, someone would come to the house to purchase several of her items. That money had brought them some extra income, which they then used to buy food and other necessities. Occasionally there would be some funds left over which would be used to obtain additional craft materials.. My technique is gentleness.To massage her feet I moved down, still kneeling between her legs with a full view of her pussy peeking out from between the dark forest of hair. The lips were slightly parted. I lifted one foot, bending the leg at the knee and worked gently at it. She was relaxed because the knee was supported by the mat. She held no resistance. I rested her shin against my chest and worked gently, separating each toe and then moved to the ankle, bending it almost to the limit of its. He withdraws his hand and pulls off my jeans entirely, he strips to show his broad shouldered slim build with his masculinity on clear display. I lick my lips at the pronounced tent of his boxers and reach out for him. I stroke his manhood as he pushes my knickers aside and continues to finger me, spreading my legs with his other hand. Hel fingers me harder until cream gushes onto his fingers. Hel grins and kisses me softly before tugging down his boxers; he smears my cream around his cockhead.