.I'll take you up on that if I have the need. But, invites to dinner tend to dry up when your a sad single girl. I love you for offering though."Robbi... had the advantage and pressed on. "Well if mum can find someone...why can't you? Your much prettier and funnier than my mum, so....why not.?" Joyce, like a sponge soaked it up. "Robbie, your mad....your mums far better looking than me, and has a much nicer body than mine. But what she's got in bucket loads more than me is......confidence. I'm. Easy for her to do, not being affected like her colleague.“You want to fuck the complacency right off her face, don’t you?” Nina teased me as I thrust deeper into her gash, my cock making her groan and curse with the intensity of my strokes.“Bloody hell, yes, I do, love!” I declared as I slapped her bum and she pushed back even harder at me with her hips and buns.“Pretend that I’m her and you’re hate-fucking me for being so daft!” Nina begged me as I bottomed-out inside her yummy twat.“Oh,. I felt his presence rather than heard him. I woke up, opened my eyes and saw a hard, naked cock a foot away from my face. I screamed."Grandma!"The only sound was that of Grandma's bare feet running down the hall toward my room."What do you think you're doing, Jose?" Leave her alone!"Grandpa took one step toward the door and gave Grandma one swipe with the back of his hand. She fell to the floor, crying."Shut the fuck up, Rosa." His words were slurred. "Go back to bed or sit there and watch me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold."First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, a.k.a: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet, besides we would later need to melt snow to replace our drink water. At the door to our tent, I climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, "My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he.