Gor sat enraptured by her voice and beauty.Lars brought the evening meal and departed. Adrienne smiled softly as Gor offered her food from his own pla...e."You are the best friend I could ever ask for," she said. "I know how hopeless our situation is, yet with you, friend Gor, I feel safe, protected."His hand rested lightly on her shoulder. She began to hum a plaintive folk tune from her childhood. Gor was at once puzzled and delighted. He looked at her quizzically, head cocked to one side to. ”My wife said, “Okay but tomorrow at lunch. I’ll bring you something special to eat while you watch me.”Then my wife crawled up Pamela’s body dragging her tits along her body as she went. When their nipples touched my wife dropped onto Pamela. I could see their tits squish as if in a vice…or better yet a mammogram. No, I’ve been told that they are standing with their tits on a shelf then the technician grabs a hold of their nipples, pulls straight out, and clamps the vice on them flattening out. When I arrived, it seemed like no one was home, although he was living with his sister at the time. Since I had some free time on my hands I decided to have a jerk. I went up to the room where his computer was, which was right next to all the bedrooms upstairs. I went to my favorite porn sites, took my pants down, and started jerking away.About 10 minutes into this, I looked and caught a glimpse of his sister in a reflection from a picture on the wall. She was standing right at the crack of. He had ummed and ahed about the boots, but they were good walking boots that he had found were more comfortable when he had been at the University. His lighter slip-on boots that went with his nicer clothes, he had put in his pack as soon as he could change his shoes. Of all his items, they looked in better condition than the rest of his clothes.He doubted he did a decent job at washing his clothes, but he did give it a reasonable effort. He hooked his clothes and walking boots under the edge.