Are you eating enough?’ Mina laughed and brushed his hands off. ‘Of course I do. I’m a chef.’ He tsked and nudged her chin with one hand. ‘I...know you make food for everyone else, sweetheart, but I never know if you eat it yourself.’ ‘Occasionally, Dad.’ ‘And who’s this, now?’ He turned to Drew with a smile as he slung an arm around his daughter’s shoulders. ‘Dad, this is Drew Stamenski. Drew, my dad, Carl Jenkins.’ ‘Hello, Mr. Jenkins. I’m so happy to meet you at last.’ Drew stepped forward and. Being a younger gen wife we use to gel quite nicely with each other. We were more like friends than silly aunt nephew relatives. We use to fight and also use to console each other. There have been many times when we stop talking to each other for silly reasons which my mom and everyone else in the circle could very well guess by our behavior. Everyone knew that we were very close but no body ever might have thought that we might get into a situation where we break all barriers and indulge. "I tried to figure out whose voice it was and what was going on. Within a few minutes, I could smell a bbq going. There wasn't a lot of outside noise, so within a few minutes, the man walked up to me and said "behave and you may be rewarded, fight back and you will be punished, just know ALL of that is up to me front this point forward, there is no escape, yell all you want, no one can hear you to rescue you out here, and they will never find you if them come looking. Just know you did this. “Oh, god, that’s so good!” said Em. Putu withdrew his pussy stroking hand. Then she felt his tongue penetrate her vagina. It found her clit. Em bucked on his tongue, feeling heat inside and becoming aware that her nipples had turned into little hot pebbles. She felt herself beginning to climax on the hot thrusts of Putu’s tongue. Her whole pelvis was aflame. She was already making little coming noises. His tongue continued its happy ploughing, carefully staging the action so that Em was.