" Is it any good?" she asked.To say I was stunned at her question would be an under statement, I'd been expecting a severe ticking off and a warning a...out the sins of reading such things."I don't know," I stammered, "I'd only just opened it when you came in." Well, let's look at it together then." Angie grinned, "Shove over."I shuffled across the bed and she sat down beside me, her long legs stretching out on the covers beside mine. Opening the mag Angie held it between us while we looked at. He smiled and stood in front of the door for a moment, searching his pockets. He found his ever peculiar-looking key and inserted into the padlock. A click and a moment later, he was pushing the door panes open, letting fresh air and the warm light of mid-morning enter.He didn't bother with the suitcase or any of the other stuff lying around the house. There were motes of dust twirling wildly above the various packages, and an awful lot of it on the floor as well.Dan cared little for any of. Can you please say something like, 'I have told you what will be happening and that's all you need to know.'" I understand what you mean, and that you're cunning and doing something for her, but I don't understand why the uncertainty over who made the command is important?" It's not that important. If you told her it was either of our ideas, that'd still be good. The role Carol wants for herself is to serve both of us, but she'll still need to know which of us this command came from so she'll. “Hello Bill. I've been wanting to meet you. Cynthia tells me that you have a wonderful cock and you know what to do with it too. Feel how wet my pussy is from thinking about your beautiful cock.”And I kissed him full on the lips, with my mouth open while I held him hard against me with one arm, and pulled his hand down to my pussy with my other hand.“Jenny! How embarrassing! How can you talk like that in front of your husband? Or my girl friend? Your pussy certainly is wet. You really mean.