Tennis bracelets, I think they’re called. They were very substantial and had to be worth a fortune. There were a few more slender bracelets, but if ...ou had asked us a week later, we couldn’t have told you what they were. I watched them, the hunger plain in their eyes. “Stay right here,” I ordered, walking into the house and heading for the attic.I kind of felt foolish, but I knew in my heart Agnes could hear me. “Agnes, I want to ask a favor. Would it offend you if I gave the girls a bracelet. SHE WOULD ALSO TELL ME ABOUT THE TIMES SHE WAS GIVEN THE CANE AT SCHOOL & DEMAND THAT I TOLD HER ABOUT HOW I WAS GIVEN THE CANE & HOW I LIKED IT. TRICIA USED TO LIKE TO DRESS IN FLARED SKIRTS & DRESSES WITH STIFF FLARED PETTICOATS UNDERNEATH, SHE LOVED TO SQUAT OVER MY FACE & THEN DEMAND THAT I LICK HER LONG SHAVED CUNT UNDERNEATH HER DRESS & PETTICOAT, SHE WOULD KEEP ME THERE DOING THAT FOR SUCH A LONG TIME, TELLING ME TO LICK UP ALL HER CUNT CREAM AS IT OOZED OUT OF HER. IT WAS NOT TOO LONG. He gave a grunt of recognization.Conservations were limited in the household, although married for decades it wasn't a happy one but held together for mutual advantages of which sex wasn't included. "I don't know what time I'll be back", she said. "These church dinners can just go on and on". She paused and then as she adjusted the drapes called out. "My lift has arrived, night, night". The next thing the husband heard was the door close. He really didn't care what time she got back, he could. You gonna fuck me with this giant thing too?"Laura unbuttoned Jane's shirt quickly, hungry to get at her body. "Anything you want," she murmured, kissing Jane's smooth chest, dropping her lips to the cleavage between the girl's breasts, still encased in her bra."Don't know if I want that," Jane pouted playfully. "You are one kinky old white lady, Laura. And you tickling me! What are you trying to do, eat my poor little titties?" Yes," Laura confessed, unclasping Jane's bra, falling like a mad,.