.. a finger in my butt would be awesome. Then, bam, I get a finger in my butt. Do you want to put your dick there?”“I missed being inside of you, ...oo,” I replied. “My dick is right where it belongs.”“You know it,” Liz said as she pushed backward with more force. “My pussy was made for your dick; my ass was made for your dick; my mouth was made for your dick. I was made to love you.”I picked up the pace and wiggled my finger in Liz’s butt. She let out a moan and trapped my balls between her. She greeted everyone, giving many a hug. Dennis' and Kevin's eyes were locked onto Sue's enormous chest. Even carrying Stevie, it was exposed enough to fixate both of them.Juanita was sitting next to me and said, "Should I go to Victoria's Secret so I can show off too?"Nelda nudged Ernie saying, "Look all you want, Honey, but I get you when we get home." Everyone loved the old couple and their antics. Ernie had big bushy eyebrows and usually had a cigar in his pocket. He was always doing a. .other guys." She sounded exactly like the slutty teen she wanted Gerald to picture when he thought of her. "Oh," her brother-in-law replied, "yeah, when Pops said he fucked you and Steven knew -- I figured you were like swingers or something." Oh no, honey," she giggled again. "Not like that. That would mean like, uhm.. .you know, he could be with other wives and we swapped or something. No, this isn't like that at all." Gerald looked puzzled and Daddy Louis laughed as he pulled his cock.. I get the feeling that in this town, that wouldn’t go too far,” Amanda remarked with some dark amusement at the way that the manager and teller had carried on back at the bank.“Yeah, that’s Hollywood. Gianni Falcone isn’t Marsellus Wallace. He wouldn’t forgive for nothing, trust me. Marsellus was far nicer about things than Gianni would be. He wouldn’t send a washed-up has been like Vincent and a disgruntled hitman like Jules to do his dirty work for him, either. He’d execute the son of a bitch.