. he fucking has it all.But, I've got to say that I admire him most for all the pussy he gets. I mean he gets more gash than King Solomon ever did, if...you know what I mean, Jerry.When it comes to pussy, I get more than my fair share, Jer, but this guy. Wow. And some of the stories you hear.Unbelievable!!Take last time... He was doing principal casting for the "Life of Mother Theresa."No, of course not, Jerry, he never leaves the important details like that to his little people.That's one of the. Even if the cave was opened it was still unlikely that anyone could see all the way down that black pit to the bottom.I returned Stuart’s Escalade to the garage, exited out the rear kitchen door and fixed the loose molding before walking slowly back to my SUV. I changed out of my outfit back into my own clothes. My Goodwill clothes went into a brown bag from the supermarket. I dropped it into a Salvation Army bin a few minutes later. My tools were dumped into some trash bins at a nearby. His cock was hard I noticed. I dried him off and gave his cock plenty off attention in the process. Ian asked if I would like to go to bed with him but I was concerned his wife may return unexpectedly for some reason and notice the bed had been used etc. We went downstairs and I took off my clothes. ' You can fuck me if you want ' said Ian pointing to a jar of vaseline. Tissue lying next to it told me he had been preparing for this. I couldn't wait and bent him over the arm of the settee. Cindi was finding it very difficult to remain still and on several occasions shook herself. It did not go unnoticed. As Cindi hung there something very unexpected happen chipmunks came down the cable to Cindi’s head and walked down onto her breast and started feeding off her. These things were not gentle as they stood on her body with their nails dung into Cindi’s skin. They had to support themselves. This was agony, Cindi tried to shake them off, a no-no but she couldn’t stand it. They not.