Written by Ross just for me You have worked for me for about six months and I have known your husband Rick for most of that time. Meeting him when he ...ould pick you up from the nursing home after work. I had never made a pass at you, but I always liked it when you were on shift. I love the sheer black seamed stocking that you always wear and I’m sure the white uniform had been taken up on the sewing machine at home.I overheard some chat in the men’s ward that they liked it when you made up. That makes sense. Having the metal aligned in two different directions is a lot like how they alternate the wood grain to make plywood stronger.He handed me a ball of wet clay and said, “This clay and straw ash are what Alex is missing from her process. She created her Kera very well using the traditional methods. Many try to shortcut the process to increase their revenues at the sacrifice of their product, and family name.”He covered one of Alex’s swords with the clay mixed with straw ash. He. It made my pussy dripping wet. The bed was soaking wet where I was sitting. I wanted to play with myself so bad, but I held back the temptation. “Moira,” I heard my brother say my name between moaning. Before I could answer him though, he reached back and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward. Within a few second he had me sitting on his face and his tongue was digging into my wanting pussy. “Oh fuck, yes,” I screamed, “Lick that pussy, lick it good.” After a moment I locked eyes with daddy who. Get back on your hands and knees." I dunno about this," I said nervously."Oh come one. It's not much bigger than Brent's dick and that was like an elephant's trunk. This should be a piece of cake." Still," I hedged, even as my dick started to show renewed interest.Jonah laughed and shook his head. "God, how did you ever get that top rep you have when you're obviously such a slut for something up your ass?"That was all it took. I obeyed without question or hesitation, moaning and sniffing at the.