"That looks nice and tasty," said Paula. "You know, I'm kind of glad I lost that bet. "What do you think, Nancy?"In response, Nancy stuck out her tong...e, leaned in, and licked all over his cock. Greg groaned in pleasure as she ran her tongue over it."Hey, don't start the meal just yet," said Rachael, emerging from the bathroom completely nude. "We haven't even gotten in the shower yet." Good point," said Paula, grabbing Nancy and pulling her away from Greg. Nancy gave a disappointed groan, but. “It is who you are; it is your way.”I stepped back from the wall to better look up at him. “Are you my Spirit a****l, then? The Owl? Are you why I am out here?”“Hmmmmmm … One, yes, but not ‘the’.” I cocked my head curiously, again. I was beginning to think I might be an owl with all these head movements. But, he continued, “Look at the ground. This rope does not stop here.”“Therefore, you are not ‘the’ reason I am out here. You are ‘a’ reason.” I was musing to myself more than to him. “So …. I said sorry I thought your hurrying to your home she told I have nothing to do after reaching home she said and told its ok. I said if you have time sure we can go to my home and have coffee I said so she said ok so soon. And I put “u” turn and we heading toward my home on the way she asked me to stop bike in one fruit shop so I stopped she bought some fruits and came I asked for what you are buying fruits now she told that she buying it for her home so I said ok and we started to home. The ends were not welded so givensufficient leverage could be opened up. There was a pitchfork stuck in agarden bed. One of its tines went through a link but I could find noother tool I could use. Over beside the house I saw that the mortar hadcome out between some of the bricks. I found a gap and chose a link alittle over a metre along away from my neck. Once wedged into the gap Iwas able to get the pitchfork tine into it. I twisted and after someretries I was able to twist the link enough to.