”Wow ... I did.“Mrs. Kop...”“Katie, please.”“Katie, I need to beg a little time. My ankle is killing me.”“We can ship them?”“I nee... the time away ... and I want some balsam fir poles.”“Need the time away?”“Finding out who I am.”“That I can understand.”“I’ll be out as soon as I can walk. But I need to make other calls.”“They’ll be ready when you are.”“That’s three Cheyenne eighteens. Right?”“Cheyenne? You didn’t specify Cheyenne.”“Sorry about that.”“Let me look.”She was off the line for about. So, I tell my Mom that Nelofar and I are going off hiking for the day, a Saturday, and she makes us a lunch and seems happy that I was happy. This time Nelofar and I go the first part of the way in my small, old truck instead of on bikes and then hike to the pond. It’s beautiful, just like old times. Nelofar suggests we go swimming and starts taking off her clothes. I don’t give it a second thought and start taking off mine. I look up at Nelofar. She has her blouse off and is leaning over. We’re in the Central Time zone, and Mom and Dad popped the champagne at eleven when the ball actually dropped in New York. They even let me have a glass of it. It was sour and tasted funny but it made me feel more grown up to be allowed to drink champagne with my parents when we toasted the new year.Mom and Dad finished the bottle while they stuck around watching the party on television for most of the next hour but said their good nights shortly before midnight. I turned off the TV not long. Lola approached Darla with bemusement and desire as she smiled at Isabella, whom then nodded for the black beauty to proceed to lick her pussy and asshole until she was just at the brink of another orgasm.Lola was a Nubian goddess whom had the physique of a Venus or Serena Williams, and the beauty of Vanessa Williams. The plan of the day was to make Darla desperate for release, and to have her completely physically exhausted when that final sexual release came. As Lola orally assaulted the.