LOLLots of crying, mumbling, begging.Pretty funny tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.Like I really give a fuck? More BULLSHIT. WE COULD WHATEVER T...E FUCK WE WANTED – OH YEATom was fascinated by her clit. It was a good sized MILF clit. She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.Lots of youthful enthusiasm. I grabbed her head by the hair and jerked it around.This was so much fun and we were only getting started. I held on and each of theboys gave her a little. Dan called her and told her to start walking east until he called her on her cell phone. Within ten minutes he saw her walking by the motel. He quickly checked the street but didn't see anyone following her.Dan dialed her cell phone, "You're here Adrianne. Come to room fifteen. I'll be waiting for you."Adrianne walked to the door of the room hesitantly. She was about to knock when Dan took her arm and pulled her in the room. She was obviously frightened."Don't worry Adrianne; I'm not going to. Robin squirmed a bit, her body filled with submissive streaks of desire, and cleaned the weeping quim of her sister as best she could without using her fingers or her hands to help her dig in deep. The ‘cleaning’ soon took on a more sexual slant, as Samantha began to grind her wet, damp, shaven cunt all over the busy mouth of her sister. She rode atop Robin’s working mouth like a merry go round horse riding up and down. A never ending piston.“So, good little sis ... you really have learned much. When I woke at an ungodly hour I noticed the crate was open and there was a folding chair next to the crate. She was sleeping inside the crate. I put the chair back where it belonged, used the bathroom and went back to bed. I woke again around 9, my wife had been up for an hour. When I walked into the kitchen the chair was back. We tease each other about how we spoil the dog, we call her a cuddle pup because that is what she does best. I asked how come she put the chair back. She looked up,.