Smidge. That’s my word. Fucking hell. I couldn’t act like Candi if my life depended on it. But Candi can apparently wear me like a suit. My manner...sms, everything. My ex must be training her, showing her old home movies of me, teaching her how to be Andi. But why? Candi is gone for longer than just a ‘smidge.’ Jenna paces the room, looking at books and pictures. But then her pacing slows. She runs her hands through her hair, fluffs out her shirt—she’s getting warm, and tired. Then mid-pace she. Maria what is it that your son is trying to hide?”Mom hesitated for a moment and then said, “after listening to my confession the priest or more correctly whoever it was in the Confessional at that time asked me to visit the outhouse.”“You talked to him for nearly 2 hours?” the Inspector asked.Mom nodded her head with a worried look on her face.“Impossible. Between that phrase ‘whoever it was in the Confessional’ seems very interesting Mrs Maria. So you are saying that it wasn’t the priest who. Cum."I removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes before climbing up on top of her and starting again. We kissed sloppily as I pumped my pulsing cock into her warm moist box. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I only lasted another minute before I was cumming harder than I had in a very long time. I think I even scared Christina a little as I roared like a lion as each surge of semen left me. When I finished, I rested atop her for a little while as we cuddled and smooched. When my elbows and. " It might spice things up a little, yes, just add a little something," I replied but I was also wondering what Greta looked like naked and how she might be in the bedroom. I've never gotten to see another woman in action and, well, even, seen my own husband with another woman. Here I was eating my lunch as my panties were getting wet."Well, my husband, Toby, goes on a business trip and will be gone Thursday night. Maybe that day, maybe after work, is that too soon?" Not for Graham, I'm sure..