. I mean ... yeah, I guess...” she said, looking to Chuck for a reprieve, but getting nothing back from him but a steady look.“Really? Cool, that�...�s really cool, I wish I knew a girl like you ... well, I guess we sorta do, but you know... “Like, what did you do? I mean, was it like this, with a timer?”“No, it was, well...” she stammered, pausing, adjusting her seat, feeling Jackson throb beneath her hand. “Yes, tell us!” he urged her, adjusting his legs beneath her, his hand now coming to rest,. They both got out of their cars where Dirty was sure to hand her back her id and insurance card. Dirty observed the front end of his Honda Prelude and only saw minor paint transfer. He tells Chayne there’s nothing to worry about and bids her a good evening. Wait a second Chayne said. You agreed to get a drink so if you back out now that is breaking a verbal agreement and I could sue you. Dirty takes a step back and asks Chayne to repeat herself. Chayne began replaying her long spiel but saw. As the severe nurses continued their sublime rhythmic punishment, the motion and the drug ensured his erect cock was excited beyond control beneath him; the women laughed with delight as he gasped in ecstasy for the second time that evening and spent liberally as he travelled to his place of confined treatment.Clyde lay in a state of pure mellow relaxation as he nuzzled the beautifully feminine sissy who held him tightly with her soft white arms. She dozed in between soft kisses with the male. We went in to find my Mom scurrying around getting coffee cups on the table with a huge dish of cookies. My Dad ambled in and took his seat at the end of the table away from the stove. It's always the Mom's seat at the end of the table nearest the stove. My Dad was a tall 6'2" lanky quiet type of guy till you got him going. He usually had a sly smile on his face like he was amused at everything he came in contact with. My Mom was average height 5'3" not plump but not skinny. Mom was always busy.