Hey, if you’re going to be late, don’t forget to leave a note for mom!” I yelled to her as she headed for her room.As I watched Barker’s Beaut...es escort the lucky contestant through his prize package winnings, I imagined my sister stripping off her sweaty clothes… imagining her peeling her panties from her downy soft muff… and as always my 6 inches began to come to life. Like so many other times, I listened for her to head to the bathroom, shut the door, and turn on the shower. I crept quietly. He lives in California, where he owns quite a few vineyards. We were a client of his. His white wines especially became a featured highlight in our catalogue.Mr. Garfield hated meeting people.The two times we visited his lovely mansion, he apologized for not being able to see us. I understand he always does this. So I never came eye to eye with Mr. Garfield.I did see a few pictures. They were rather vintage, I guess. They also might have been from Errol Flynn or another long-gone Hollywood. Hammering her as hard as I could, I watched her tits wagging back and forth between her armpits and stomach in time with each impact. She began to stiffen and moan lightly under her breath. Her eyelids opened up and she looked right into my eyes and smiled at me as she began to shake. I slowed down a bit as she traveled thru her orgasm then when she stilled I thrust a few more times gently and slowly before shoving hard and stopping as deep in her as I could. I felt her legs tighten up on. He'd put on more weight thanhe'd thought since the last time he wore it.Looking for a solution to his problem sent him to the phone book when he saw onthe TV a new company being advertised. They claimed to be able to solve anyproblems dealing with ill fitting clothes or overweight bodies. Strange namethough, he thought. 'Hugglebugs.' They claimed over the phone when he rang, thatthey could make his body fit his old clothes, no matter what the size. He was abit skeptical, but they assured him.