“I got the cash, you can sort the deliveries.” She told Frieda in a dismissal.“If you want I can just go get supper at Sub-Way and you can--”�...�Please, you’ll leave me here til close.” Val interrupted. She flicked her head to the back room. “Deliveries.”“You’re not my real mom.” Frieda muttered as near inaudibly as she could. It was probably the nicest thought she had about Val all day.“What did you say young lady?” The older woman snapped.“I was just--”“You think can just take out your spoiled. Underwear muchkondithu, adannu pakkake talli samanu horage tegeda. Adara tale matra aache putta ilimaritara kanistu. Neenu poorti batte bichu antha heli bichesde. Sumaru onduvare inch ithu avana samanu, nigrkondirlilla suttalu thumba koodalu belkondu adanu muchikondithu. Ashtenu chikadalla kano antha avanalli dairya thumbuvanthe heli noodu ishtu shata belesidiyalla cut madkondillva ande. Nange samanu nodoke nachike maava adakke madilla andhe. Nodu samanige koodalu thumbidre size chikadagi. It was our hope that we could find riverside restaurants spaced just right, to stop at for lunch and supper each day we cruised. That way we wouldn't spend hours cleaning up after ourselves in the kitchen, when we could be cruising and sightseeing.Beth Ann was dressed in summer whites. White blouse, white shorts and white deck shoes, over white ankle socks. She bought new sunglasses and a pretty red, white and blue floppy hat just for the trip. I looked dashing in khaki shorts and a sport. Before I got a chance to notice anything else, Beatriz was kissing me again. Her tongue diving forcibly into my mouth as those firm tits pressed into my bare chest. As we kissed her hand slowly pressed against my stomach and began sliding into my boxers. I needed no encouragement to get hard, but this was definitely turning me on.Down beyond my small patch of pubes she explored until she reached my swelling shaft. Gently, her fingers traced its length and girth before wrapping firmly around.