“Let me see that.” Nick took the iPad from Emily’s hands, compared the pictures, and said, “Shit, you’re right. Marilyn does have a really b...autiful body, though.”“I’d never think to suggest otherwise.” Pilar wriggled happily in her seat.“I think claiming you have better tits than Marilyn is like suggesting you’re more popular than Jesus. Even if it’s true, it’s probably best not to be caught saying it,” suggested Emily.After telling them the plane had levelled out, Monica had gone to the back. In a fast motion, I massaged over it using the hot dripping liquid that escaped between my stretched pink lips and the bedpost inside me. The quick flicking sent my body into an ecstasy and just like always, my pussy began to spasm and tighten over the wooden round oval. As my labial lips filled with stinging pulses that pressed hard against the smoothness of the bedpost, my orgasm began to fill my whole body. I just loved how I could make my orgasm begin slowly and travel to all parts of my. Salmon, baked with lemon dill butter, fresh green beans, steamed, and twice baked potatoes. A fresh baby green salad with a light vinaigrette dressing rounds out the meal. For dessert, a chocolate mousse, light and fluffy. After all the years I have lived alone, I love to prepare meals for you. We finish our wine and go to the dining room, where the table is set, with the fresh flowers you insist on bringing home at least once a week, and candles, which you light, while I serve our plates. . For Ricky, that was when he realized his high school buddy had changed. He would still joke around and drink beer with the best. But he watched everyone warily. He was no longer the young wide receiver who would run out and make plays happen.Now he was coming home to search for his brother. Ricky stared at the picture alittle longer."I don't want to imagine what the search entails buddy"Grabbing the maps in his large hands, Ricky exits the office and locks the door. Signing out at the small.