He drove around the block and headed north on 8th avenue. He continued up past the wreckage of the George Washington Bridge and up across one of the s...aller street bridges across the East River into the Bronx.He continued north, past the wreckage of the Tappan Zee Bridge until he reached I-84. Then, he headed west across the lesser-known Newburgh-Beacon Bridge that the myriad of Palestinian, Israeli, Irish, South American, African, German, Indian, Chinese, and Japanese terrorist groups somehow. She got undressed, which didn't take long because with me out of town, she didn't have on anything but her house robe and her panties. Hanging her robe on the hook on the back of the bedroom door and her panties on the corner post of the foot board, she climbed into bed and got herself in position to scratch that annoying itch! Diane has let me watch her a few times as she used her toys and I have even "forced" her to "perform" for me when we played BDSM games before so I knew her favorite. "Tommy?" Yes?" Thank you" and the snores began again!"Wow mum, you look great"I kissed the top of her head as she stood at the cooker frying bacon.She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fitted her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once called an angels arse!"Thank you kind sir" she laughed, "I feel great too this morning too" and she turned round to give me a squeeze.The tee shirt fitted pretty snugly too, in fact it seemed to fit very. The warm water drenches my clothes as they both stop kissing each other and lean into me to kiss my neck. Their lips part as they let their tongues trail along my neck. My head falls back as I let out a moan. "Mmmm, she seems to be really loosening up now," Shay whispers to the both of us. Her lips meet my neck, joining in with Tori again, but this time more aggressively. Both of them start nibbling and biting my neck, letting their hand travel down my waist and slide up my soaked shirt. They.