.once She made me do it in my pants in the shop before I’d even bought the mag!! I worshipped personally more times than I ever thought it would be ...ossible I would, including some of the loveliest glamour and nude models of the 80s, 90s, and onwards. Three Goddesses who knew all about me and my pervert ways. Three Goddesses who knew and saw what I’d done to their pics. Three Goddesses who knew they made me spunk my pants in their presence, albeit discreetly. And all three did and said things. It was almost three hours later when I got a hangouts message that Rob and my wife were back home. There was some excitement about the dinner and also some kissing in the Uber on the way home. My connection was super spotty and intermittent so I only received parts but they had me on video as they sat at home, my wife with a glass of wine and her pretty white lace thong showing between her slightly parted legs and the raised dress. Unfortunately, the next thirty minutes were garbled with no. They like you for who you are."Fiona shook her head and sat back on her bed. "Rubbish." In the spirit of Angel with the tats, I'll be honest. You are more popular than you think because people like how honest you are. Sure, a few don't like what you stand for but who cares 'bout them? If you love yourself enough then you won't care what they think and you will be happy."Fiona scowled. "I didn't understand a word of that. What the hell are you on about?"Kathryn groaned. "OK who are you? Describe. Soon we were on the familiar road to Mitchell. Between the cooler air in the terminal and the car's motion Sarah calmed down. Patrick (semi-legally) sat on his booster, front left. He was looking around a lot."How old are Gramma and Gramps?" he asked."Your grandfather is 68, nearly 69, and my Mum is 64. They've been married for almost 45 years. Your Uncle David is 43." I thought giving him a lot of data was a good thing."What about Aunt Sandra?" She's a year older than I am. We don't talk about.