On Sunday after Church Lisa suggested a picnic at a park west of San Diego. She had made fried chicken, biscuits, baked beans with molasses, bought po...ato and macaroni salad from a local deli and a gallon of fruity lemonade. She packed it all in two woven picnic baskets and anything that was perishable was in a cooler with ice."For our date I decided on a picnic," Lisa flashed her killer smile at Morris. It was a perfect day weather wise so she wore a white silky dress that flared out, short. Lee also got her dad, Pete.Lee got them all together in the centre of the area they were going to alter. She got them all too open a link in their minds to receive what she wanted them to do and how to do it. The seven teams then moved to their assigned position, and Lee started the spell.The on looks watched and the topsoil, plants and trees were lifted high into the air and then stayed there. The rocks rumbled in the centre of the small hill that separated the two rivers. A depression formed. I pushed her shirt up and pressed my mouth against her nipple through her black, lacy bra. I teased one nipple through lace before moving to the other nipple until they were both hard. Reaching up, I flipped the clasp on her bra between her breasts so I could free them for me, wanting to see them. She had glorious tits, just like I had thought. My mouth worked one pebble in my mouth, tasting and nibbling, while my other hand worked the other hard nipple. I teased and devoured, thoroughly. . Uhhh... the kinda woman who needs this kinda shit. You need a cock every day. And as long as you're around here you're gonna get mine."She felt him kissing her between the shoulder blades, then bending forward a little and biting the nape of her neck. It was wonderful. His hands were braced on the outer curves of her ass, bracing his body while he drove yet another throbbing inch of his cock-meat into her pussy. Ohhh, the greasy, slippery slide of it as it squeezed into her cunt drove Barbara.