Now, however, she didn’t have the relaxing effects of the bottle she and Sandra had nearly put away to help defer the answer.Looking directly at her...reflection in the mirror, Emily loosened the towel around her, letting it fall to the floor. Carefully she studied the body now looking back at her. The years had been kind to her, that much she had to admit. Still, she was hardly in the same kind of shape as the women in those magazines Sandra had mentioned. Or even in the same league as Sandra. " Her grin turned wicked, "And this woman also has a need that hasn't been satisfied in far too long. Hurry and eat, I have some apologizing to do."I don't think I've ever eaten as quickly as I did right then. I have no idea what I even ate, and wouldn't have been surprised if I had eaten the plastic-ware in my haste. Dixie seemed to derive some immense pleasure from watching me, as she kept giggling, and biting her lower lip. As soon as we were done, and our plates in the trash, Dixie nearly. I hadn't washed after the earlier encounter with the horny granny just a few blocks away, and was determined to let my wife have a taste at the foul member. It's was going to be easy, since Annemieke, my 29 year old second wife, was desperate for sexual release. Hopping up the stairs as I followed in her footsteps, I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties under her frilly, summer skirt. Her plump ass wobbled (her ass is the only beefy asset in her fabulous body) as she walked up the stairs, and. "A place to settle down," she said. They were at Wolf Creek where it emerges from a deep canyon that cuts between the north end of Thompson Ridge and the south end of Virginian Ridge, the western wall of the upper valley.It was a sweltering 100-mile drive northeast along the Columbia River, then north along the Methow River, following sharper and narrower bends, climbing and winding, crossing from side to side over bridges to skirt along skinny riverside benches where isolated homes and apple.