"He was sweet," she insisted. "It was just that he was old, fat, weird, and had misspelled tattoos. Other than that, and his quadruple chin, he was ni...e ... As long as you overlooked his pierced nipple and perpetually limp lower lip, that is."You know ... Stuff like that." Her crooked smile and faint blush were precious. Between her and Rebecca, I knew most of their off color stories, but hadn't heard about Jacques. It was an illuminating conversation.Brian wandered in, looking tired, and I. Are you booked up for the winter?" Not hardly," replied Rudy. "Are you talking about hiring me to pay them back?" No," answered Sheila, "If I buy the little yellow plane from you, at the fair going rate for that kind, so that you can pay Grif and Tara, do you agree to fly it for us to be the onsite coordinator over the winter? You will be paid for your time of course, just like you paid Grif. Then by next summer, you can have the wheels put back on the other plane."Rudy asked, "What happens. Actually lived with a friend who happens to live with his gf and along with his mom. loved those days…anytime i have the house to myself i would have wett thongs either with pussy juice or by my loads of my cum not too long after i have cummed on every single one of my friends gf’s panites…moved to his mom’s room of course bringing some of the gf’s panties with and pulling the moms used thongs and along with a few i like from her drawer which was clean till i was done. would lay on my friend. I noticed that even though she wasn't looking forward to this, she was getting very wet over the whole ordeal! "Are you ready, pet?" I asked. "Yes Master," she said quietly. "Count the strokes then." "Yes, Master." I paused for a moment, watching as she tensed and relaxed her ass cheeks in readiness for the paddle. The first slap fell on her left cheek. Slap! She jerked and threw her head back. She screamed."Y-i-i-oowch! Oh please, Master!" I noted a bright red paddle outline appearing where it.