Christeen aux mains ?galementgant?es de vinyl noir a les bras s?v?rement attach?s dans le dos par plusieurs bracelets d’acier inox, attach?s par des...cadenas. L’image est superbe, ce corps enserr? de noir brillant, ?l?gant et svelte, dont seul ?merge l’anneau et les bandeaux d’acier inoxydable brillant. A nouveau lesapplaudissements accompagnent ce spectacle solennel. John d?tache alors les cadenas qui puis les bracelets, lib?rant les bras de Christeen qui d?tache la ceinture et d?boutonne . When my cum finally shot up into her with an increased force, I just closed my eyes and drifted off.At first I thought that I had just fallen asleep but I seemed to be floating over my bed looking down at myself lying there on the bed under my granddaughter. I smiled thinking that if I died fucking this angel that I would go straight to heaven. Heather was shouting for her grandmother to come upstairs. Soon my wife was comforting her and telling her that that was the way that I had always. Her hair color was not the only real thing about her. I could tell that her heavy breasts were real by the slight sag, even with the industrial strength bra.She was carrying maybe thirty pounds of extra weight. It was the kind of weight life in general added to a woman in her middle ages. It was evenly distributed fortunately for her. Marge was close to fifty, but I was closer to sixty, so I still thought of her as a younger woman.When I arrived with four hot dogs, all the way, she wasn’t in. As noon approached, Seamus, Ken, Kell, and I appeared on the wagon. The remainder of the family was on the porch of the house watching."Good day, gentlemen and ladies. I'm Mark O'Connell and those up here with me are my Brother Kennard, and our Cousins Seamus and Kellen. Over on the porch are the other members of our families and clan."Do you have any spokesmen with you?" I asked after that. Several men raised their hands to indicate that they were spokesmen."Does it appear that all of those.