I can see your point – well, Jasmine’s point – I don’t really have a dog in this fight. But ... the General does – well, so to speak. No tel...ing how much hassle it will be just to find the girls, let alone convince them to ... what? They’re supposed to go on a one-way trip that we can’t even talk about until they undergo a process to ensure that they won’t be able to discuss this with anyone. It’s hard enough to sell that to someone who is already here at the Retreat, let alone totally away. His hands live their own lives independently; one goes to the breasts of Murielle, groping them, caressing them, playing with the nipples, stroking them, pinching them to return playing with these wonderful white globes while the other is settled on her pussy, a finger slipped into the slot where it goes and comes, caresses her lips and pinches softly her clit. Murielle moans without stopping. They are just a few tens of centimeters from me, to the point that I smell the intimate scent of. Darla held him in her arms in the nursery rocking chair and fell asleep. I took that time to unload the car but first picking up the red notecard off the floor and reading it. I was thrilled at seeing it was indeed from the girl. It read you still need to be punished because you’re a dirty old man. I smiled and looked around feeling guilty as if someone could tell how extremely happy I was at reading the note. At the bottom of the note was a phone number and instructions to text the number at. ." Morgan said and stood up. Morgan lifted up her skirt and Jason saw her cock already popping out of her panties and going up her body before bending over the hymn of her panties causing her skirt to fall on her cock. Jason's eyes were glued to her twitching cock and examined it. "I hope you don't mind but... to be honest... I wouldn't mind ruining that butt ya got" Morgan said. Jason swallowed nervously and got onto his knees giving in to his own lust and temptations. "Get ready to become my.