We were told to bring dessert, Carol's other sister Sue was to provide the green bean casserole, brother Mike and his wife brought the bread and Liz g...t the candied yams. Everything was fine except for the yams. They were awful! Apparently, Liz decided that, instead of just getting the cans of yams and adding the marshmallows and brown sugar, she would do them from scratch, not realizing that you had to bake the yams first! I'd never had “crunchy” candied yams before and we all had a good. He was hot, I could feel my pussy getting wet and soaking my favorite lacy underwear with my sweet juices. He smiled back at me, ravishing my body with one lust-filled look as I scrawled my number on a business card in hot pink ink. I stroll over to him with my head held high, my back straight, my shirt showing off a generous display of cleavage that bounces slightly as I flounce over to him. I hand him the card and grin, I think you should call me sometime I whisper, leaning forward to give. If you looked closely, you couldtell which way the seam was stitched but it didn't really show if youjust glanced.The pants were different too; they weren't my old gray chinos. They had azipper at the front like pants should, but it wasn't a full length oneand I knew it was for a woman. I pulled them on: there was no point insaying anything to Allie because I knew she would laugh it away.In fact, they fit pretty well and felt soft and clingy in a way my oldchinos never did even when they were. Twisting and tugging as before her attentive eyes, the betrothed cock slides into the welcoming embrace of the deserving slut-cunt before her.His hands on her full hips, ring displayed to blind her with its sparkles, as he pushes her onto him, as he thrusts upwards to drive deep into her dripping core. Cunt farts mingle with grunts and moans. Each thrust a squelch of liquid pleasure escaping her wanton sex as they assault each other in animalistic abandonment.Sophie throws her head back; mouth.