It was a nice little cottage nestled in a quaintly wooded yard. A perfect little country house in all its glory. I knocked on the door while my heart ...aced. “I am really about to do this?” is all that registered in my head. Gary came to the door shirtless and in gym shorts. Gary was the definition of a silver fox. Roughly sixty years old but he took care of himself. Six foot two inches tall and bald, with a nice amount of white chest hair that made you take notice but didn’t overpower. A mild. “I’m fucking soaked,” she said, locking eyes with him. “You get me so wet every time!” Her pussy had drenched her black panties and had started seeping into the fabric of her tight blue jeans. Rich delicately parted her lips with a finger, exposing the warmth and wetness that he had savoured the week before in their first encounter. She tasted so sweet. There was a lingering flavour of fruit in her sticky, warm juices. “Give me your cock! I want you deep inside me; I need you inside me right. If they were back on her tail, then she feared Toad was either captured or dead.Her bright pink dress was torn and her shapely legs were cut and bruised in several places. She was getting tired and the terrain was rough, but maybe there was a chance. If she could just avoid Bowser's minions for a while longer, she might be able to find some of the freedom fighters and then-"Eeek!" Peach's heel was caught on a root. She twisted and fell, landing hard on her side. Peach tried to lift herself up,. I figured she'd thrown Richard out and she was going to beg me to forgive her. Boy was I wrong. As I hobbled downstairs holding the other slipper (I swear I walked funny when I wasn't wearing my heels! I'd become so accustomed to them that I literally hobbled without them because I couldn't bring my foot down flat anymore!), Stephanie returned to the living room. There she ordered me to replace both slippers. Then she ordered me to kneel before Richard and to beg his forgiveness for running.