“I know how to make it, though. I got the recipe from Mom.”“What I’m saying is, that’s a lot of potatoes.”“I hope you’re hungry, then....��“I am, but that’s still a shitload of them!”I laughed. “Well, actually I thought we could bring Gwen a little gift, after we say goodbye to Shan and Colin.”Lara rubbed my arm. “Nice try, but she’s still going to hate you,” she consoled.“Oh, I know she still will ... In fact, I’m counting on that!”She considered the ingredients. “Hmm ... If these are for Gwen,. He kissed me. His stubble, so pervasive the day before, was now all bit gone, and as my lips touched his now smooth skin, I couldn’t help but moan at the feelings, physical and otherwise, drawn from my breath. He broke off the kiss, gasping like myself, his cool, calm facade showing cracks of lust. He turned to my wife, stood in front of her, and kissed her like he did me. She was tugging at his belt, and soon she’d pushed his pants down just past his hips.He was rock hard, and pointing up. She. They had bought almost sixty kilos that morning, so there wasn't a problem in their house. Strange to have to buy all that, she thought, when only Jamie takes sugar."Hey, at last! Now you'll get really tanned!" said Emma, glancing over at her then back to her book.Lauren smiled, wondering why she had made so much fuss about taking her top off in the seclusion of the garden. She picked up the suntan oil and spread some more over her breasts, carefully massaging it around her nipples. The excess. Kneeling, I parted her buttocks and ran my tongue up the length of her pussy, then pressed it against her anus, moving in little circles. She squealed with delight and I pressed my tongue more firmly against her arse, rimming her gently, before returning my attention to her cunt. I flicked my tongue over the soft folds of her labia and sucked at them, while my thumb and fingers worked her clit. Her legs began to shudder and her juices began to flow freely over my hand as she came. Finished, she.