"Well..." she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch." Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up."Like a good witch." she says, looking at me ...ith her little grin."Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up."Yea, like Glenda." Well, thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea." Well, if it works for you, go for it." she. We had our dinner and in the meal, got leg piece we shared it and I kept the bone aside and asked her not to touch we had our dinner. I sat in Drawing room after cleaning the leg piece bone. She cleaned the kitchen and said shall we go up.Then we started our second round with kisses and after repeating as in round one, I took the leg piece bone and inserted in her wet pussy and played it like dildo, while doing this I started licking her clitoris vigorously and she could not control along with. " Oh, I'll agree, the money is green," Harris said. "And, if we keep Heather on the office staff account, we can double-dip her paychecks and deposit one in Switzerland, so realistically, our net take is closer to twenty than it is to fifteen. It requires a little shuffle, but nothing the auditor's ever been able to catch before. It makes for a nice Saturday morning, doesn't it?"McMullen leaded back in the deck chair, and stared out over the Pacific. "Sure is nice up here, today," he said. "How. At the dance Amanda and Tyrone were not the only mixed couple on the dance floor. Strangely, the only individuals who even noticed were a couple of recessive gene rednecks scowling in the corner and several ethnically influenced females pissed off at losing yet another "brother" to the other side. The sheer size of Tyrone precluded any thought of mentioning the audaciousness of his playing in the white pussy playground.Amanda was happy. This was about the happiest night of her life. She clung.