We don't talk; he wants to investigate. His hands disappear eagerly under my skirt and knead my buttocks. He licks my stomach and bites softly now and...then. I go with it; I sit on him and kiss him. His hands drop to my thighs. My head is turned off and my body wins. How I want this, I want him. I take off my shirt and bra; his eyes glare at my breasts. As his hands continue to explore, I push my breasts into his face. He takes hold of my nipple and bites it gently. Then he stops, takes my hand,. We buried an empty coffin, but now, ten years later, here he is. He even has his Go Bag," Liv said with a faint smile. She reached over and gently removed the canvas bag from his shoulder and placed his journal in it.After a moment, she paused, and then tweaked the brim of her father's hat. "I'll be back, Dad. Thanks for everything." A faint breeze brushed over her face, causing her to shiver."You want a little longer?" Finn asked."Nah. I've already cried all the tears I could a long time ago.. I sat upright on him, raised my hips above his hips, took hold of his hard-enough cock and positioned it vertically, then inserted it into me and slowly and deliciously sank down the length, allowing gravity to aid in penetrating, stretching, and expanding my hole and pussy. After bumping up and down a few times at the end, I bottomed out with his cock at the top of my vagina, but my hips on his. I was now able to take his full width and length smoothly and with only insignificant discomfort at. I spread the furniture and small appliance around the house, then found the access for the attic space. There was no floor but I had a large lid for a rubber maid container. I sat the two buckets of hundred dollar bills onto that container lid. It seemed sturdy enough, but I still put a quarter sheet of sheet plywood on my shopping list. I did that just to make sure the buckets didn’t fall through the ceiling.I had to go all over the area just to find furniture. I know some people enjoy.