Finally we arrived at 312 Elm Street. She pulled the car into the driveway and into the garage. She closed the garage door, then said,"Well! I gues... we're here! Why don't we...why don't we...go on inside Peter."I followed her into the house. Mrs. Martin suddenly turned to me and pulled me tight against her. She kissed me on the lips, holding it for a while. I knew she was a bit nervous, so I slid my tongue into her mouth like Mrs. Wilson liked. Her eyes opened wide, but not as wide as. Fortunately, as we’ve learned, some of our daughters are quite good actresses. Hopefully, they can ameliorate that appearance for me.”We piled into the Trooper, the two wee girls in front, and headed to Gracey’s house.On the way, Heather said, “Dad, you’re going to have to get covers for these seats. The upholstery is a bit rough on my bare butt.”“Actually, Heather, I’m looking into a different vehicle, as it looks like we need seating for at least six if we don’t want this whole thing to come. Seconds later he pushed me away, leaving me wanting. It had been all too brief. You realise this is a mistake Cathy? He whispered. Yes! I replied, sliding a hand down between our bodies. I pressed my fingers over his hidden member which I could feel was growing bigger all the time. Yes its wrong Andy. I said once more. But youve gotten Cathys pussy so so horny and right now all pussy can think about is this nice, hard cock I leant forward where we kissed again, this time I ground my body. It was noontime and the sun was on top of the world and blazing through the bars of hercramped little cell. The combination of greasiness of 3 days with out a showercombined with the force feeding and constant bondage was enough to break aweaker woman. Katrina was not a weak woman. She had fought against hercaptors tooth and nail but it only seemed to get her into more situations likethis one. Time seem to move at a snails pace as the sun strippedprecious energy from the nubianwoman. She was.