We stepped into the living roomand some dip shit was setting on a recliner watchingtelevision. “That’s my husband,” Debbie said poin...ing tohim. “This is my friend,” she said pointing to me. “I’mgoing to change into something comfortable, beers is inthe fridge,” she added pointing to the kitchen.I walked into the kitchen, got a beer and walked to thecouch. I sat down and waited. This guy never even looksat me. Wonder what she sees in him I think to. I have put my hand in his pants and jacked his cock till he cums then lick the cum off my hand. He has a nice long thick prick and I love jacking it for him. The best day was when we went into the supply closet and he locked the door and undressed me and he first fondled my tits. I have firm DD tits and I love them played with. He sucked on one as he rubbed the nipple on the other between two fingers. Then he pushed two fingers in my cunt and as he sucked he finger fucked me hard. I unzipped. As I got up from the couch to answer the door my heart jumped with excitement because I knew it was her. Now, for the past week, I've been trying to figure out what is going on with my body because my hormones have been on 100. All it takes is for Kendall lick her lips or give me that "imma fck your world up" look & I turn into a damn typhoon, but that's a story for later. So, I open the door and of course she rushed passed like she always does talking shit, but this time I my attention was. In fact wherever she looks there are no chain outlets of any sort. The valley seems completely self-contained. Even the pubs sell only beer brewed in the Mathomdale brewery. This economic reality cannot be explained by the backwater nature of the valley for it is a populous and prosperous enclave. It certainly doesn’t depend upon tourism for its wealth for there is virtually no tourist infrastructure in the valley at all. There are hardly any camping grounds or hotels, no souvenir shops or any.