" I returned with a small riding crop and a couple lengths of rope. I discarded both at the foot of the bed; I'd use them later. But I pinned Jessica ...own on the bed, kissing over her face and neck. My hands roughly fondled her breasts and pussy. Not looking, I groped toward the end of the bed with one of my hands. It returned with the riding crop. I slowly ran the end of the crop up Jessica's leg, letting it tickle her soft skin. When the crop finally reached her pussy, I let the end of the. It was probably him; he probably wanted to tell me what an ass I'd been. Never mind if I had or not, he could talk to the machine. I went back into the living room and plopped back on the couch. I should get a drink, I thought. Yeah, get good and potted, that's the ticket. Nah, what would be the point? Besides, the pills and booze don't mix so well, too hard on the 'bod. Stupid 'mones drove me frickin' nuts enough as it was without getting wasted. The shrill ringing coming from my purse made me. The first dildo was a double ended one about 30 inches long. “Holy Shit”, Maggi exclaimed. “Dan we need your assistance”, Donna directed him to kneel on the floor and wait, she lined up Maggi on all fours and she did the same facing the opposite direction. Donna handed Dan a tube of k-y jelly, he generously lubed the dildo and rubbed the excess on Donna’s and Maggi’s beavers. Both beavers were sticking out looking like they wanted cock. I slid off the sofa to get a closer look. Dan put the. "Robbie, can a plane safely land in that mess?" I asked."Hell no, and I told them that," he replied."Robbie, Morton is an emergency relief airport, light all the heaters and turn them on high. Turn on all the pumps necessary to run the pressures and flows to 95%. If the mess is not gone in 45 minutes, start plowing," Lorrie instructed."They are not going to like it," he replied."I don't care if they like or not. Heat it up," Lorrie replied."Are the contractors keeping up with the snow on the.