Ilse decided to clear her head with a shower, but wanted to get a little sweaty first. She jogged the rest of the way to her dorm and then dashed up t...e steps. The brief exertion pleasantly elevated her heart rate but did nothing for her her arousal. She kept thinking about brunch and how much the boys had loved the show, which made her mad and jealous and her pussy wetter and wetter.She opened the door to her floor from the dorm stairway and was met with the smell of stale beer and cigarettes.. The president was surprised and asked, 'What kind of bets?'The elderly woman replied, 'Well, I bet you $25,000 that your testicles are square.'The president started to laugh and told the woman that it was impossible to win a bet like that.The woman never batted an eye. She just looked at the president and said, 'Would you like to take my bet?''Certainly', replied the president. 'I bet you $25,000 that my testicles are not square.''Done', the elderly woman answered. 'But given the amount of. I actually quite enjoyed the sensation of having the tasty, thick tentacle in my mouth, and as I salivated more and more around it, it began to pump in and out of my mouth as to ease absorption of my oral fluids. I didnt imagine myself enjoying it so much, but maybe it just took the little persuasion that it gave me. Once it steadied into a rhythm we were both satisfied with, it was time for the next stage of its process. I had readied my anus for the invasion, as a tentacle as thick and long. "Sure thing, honey - I'm staying at Marie's tonight anyway, so I'll just ride in. You'll have to check with your father as well, of course."The young woman was beaming as she approached her father - she couldn't explain why successfully bargaining with her mother had given her the satisfaction that it did, but something about getting what she wanted (without simply demanding it) made her feel great."Hey Dad," she asked, a sing-song tone in her voice, "what would I have to do to use the car.