I chuckle and reply, “Agreed, a perfect fit M.” “Where is the little girl’s room?” she asks, with a smile. “Last door to your right,” ... reply. “I’ll wash up and prepare some dinner for us.” As I wait for M to come down to the kitchen, I throw two bagels in my toaster oven, and set the table. I cut two buns in half and make two sandwiches with Italian cold cuts, lettuce and Provolone cheese. I wash and cut up some tomatoes and cucumbers. I mix them in a bowl and add a touch of olive oil, red. I gasp as an electric shock of pleasure causes my whole body to spasm uncontrollably. His laugh is muffled as his face presses tight against my pussy. He pulls away the bit of fabric, the only thing between me and everything I could possibly want and replaces his thumb with his tongue. His beard is still tickling the insides of my thighs, a rough counterpoint to his warm, smooth tongue. I tangle my fingers in his thick hair as he slides his hands under my ass and pulls me closer. I can’t. After he had cut the basic form of a tiny rocking horse, the kinder, gentler one, put in a display case for after the child had outgrown it. Then the horse moved to a sander. The operator of the sander was to old man's official wood carver. He could quickly add a few detail to the rocker with a gouge. Each one was a little different."Hey ya'll voted to take the offer," I couldn't help laughing. "So is Mel helping out any?" She was at first, now they mostly have her walking around in shorts.. She wanted him to last so that she could get the maximum pleasure after all the preparations she had made, and anyway the whole point in tying him down was for her benefit.Now that apart from the stockings and suspenders she was still wearing Beth was naked. She got on the bed and stood above her Husband. She was so turned on her pussy lips were gaping wide open and she could feel her outer lips glistening with wetness as her juices leaked out. Holding on to the headboard she slowly lowered.