“Can we?”“Let’s.” Daphne slinked to the grass and shimmed her panties around her twisting hips. She planted her palms into the soft soil and...squeezes, pushing her ass up in the air. As Holly descended, Daphne adjusted herself, widening her stance until she felt the futa’s girth pressing against her wetness. “There you are,” Daphne grinned. She tried to brush the hair that dangled in her eyes away while pushing back. “There you-AH!”Holly hammered into Daphne with a few meaty thrusts. She kept. Nice! Don’t need to worry about talking in my sleep! Sally has played surrogate for several imagined hotties I fantasize over. She doesn’t object to my watching porno while I’m fucking her, either.Never critiques my style, or complains I’m neglecting her erogenous zones. Never asks anything for herself. Extremely easy to please, she always orgasms exactly when I ejaculate! She won’t say if she really has orgasms, or if it’s a feeding frenzy? In science, if you can’t tell the difference between. ..." They both sat there for a moment in silence until Peter asked softly, "And what would your pleasure be today, ma'am?!?" "She turned away with her cheeks turning red and replied very softly, "I'd like you to bathe, powder, and diaper me, if that's all right with you!?!" "Of course it is, Mrs. Ingram," he said gently, "why don't we go up stairs and get started!!!"Once in the spacious bathroom, Peter immediately started the drawing the bath and then turned to help his fifty two year old. Itis all amazing. I need to know who catered this for Mel and Maryanne!"Rosey said, "We will make sure Mel tells you."Rosey did not tell them now because she knew that Jessie would pry formore details. He wanted to hear a neutral critique."Good, I know how busy those two are. I really need to know. I work asan event/party planner. I want to use whoever this restaurant is. I sohope that they do hog roasts also. They are so huge for bachelorparties."That was all Jessie needed to hear, "We.