Shereturned to the letter but as she read the next sentence, tears welledup.------"I like to think that when I return home tonight, you'll be waiting ...tthe door for me to arrive. You'll tell me that we need to talk but thateverything's going to be alright. I'll apologise for all the hurt which'this' has caused, promise you that there are no more secrets and hopethat you'll understand and perhaps even agree to turn a blind eye when Ifeel the need to express this side of me.But I'm a realist. . She had no wattle at her throat anymore, and the skin on her cheeks seemed firm to the touch. But yougenerally can't tell wrinkle by touch. At least, not at forty seven.She took a small hand mirror from a kitchen drawer. No wrinkles, nocrow's feet at the eyes. She looked like she was in her early twenties.Frantic hands undid her hair from the bun. It hung down, a gloriousgolden braid that lacked any trace of grey. She looked like she had attwenty. No, she looked like she had wanted to look. ‘Come in,’ Sugar Bear said. Icy Butt followed her into the apartment, locking the door behind him. ‘So what does Papa want?’ He remained silent, gazing at her bountiful tits and her pussy draped in the flimsy material. ‘What the hell is going on?’ she asked in a loud voice. Icy Butt just smiled. ‘You will heed the message I bring. It is not from your father. It is from Don Armani.’ Sugar Bear gasped in fear. ‘If another of his men dies, you will die as well.’ ‘I’ll do anything you want,’ she. I said jokingly we sure can my beautiful sexy wife I don't see why we can't do that. I go we'll you girls gonna let me join in on the fun too. Amy said yes ur definitely going to join us because it wouldn't any fun without you. Because I have to have the real thing Toys are fun but there's nothing like having a real cock inside of you. So we pull in to the cabin, I was so fuckin horny and aroused that I could felt that my cock was wet and getting hard because Amy did have a very sweet tight.