She wouldn’t have had to tell Daddy to go downstairs. He’d already have been there, gun in hand.Harvey said, “It was the strangest thing. Never ...appened to me before.”“I see.” Although I didn’t.“I told LeAnne, we should listen some more. Maybe a raccoon had jumped from the garage roof.”Mom busied herself with coffee refills.“LeAnne told me to call 911.”Mom said, “The phones were downstairs. Charging.”“I see.”
Harvey stirred in more sugar. “Finally LeAnne gets out of bed. Puts on her robe and. Now there is one more thing that we need to discuss - that is the source of your power," Brian told me."My power?" I asked."Yes. Can you tell me about it?" he asked."I've seen it several times, as have the sisters. They have seen it when they were climaxing during sex. I've seen it at times then, but also at times when I'm thinking or have a problem," I told him."And what does it appear to be?" he asked."It appears as a huge flame coming out of a rock shelf on a mountain. The flames leap up to. . No," she sighed, "You want me too?" and hunched her hips upward to meet his fingers."No, I don't. But ask me to fist your cunt."For emphasis, John slapped her cunt twice in succession, and then a third time, but this time his palm came down hard on Martina's aching clitoris."Ahhhh!" she moaned.Then she was begging him. "Fist me please! Pease, fist my cunt!"John reached between her legs and pinched the small nub of her clit, along with a parcel of wrinkled flesh around it. He pulled hard,. The twenty-year old Norwegian had the stamina to keep his forty-plus girlfriend satisfied — almost. Except for purely business fucks and her therapeutic noontimers, Ayo hardly bothered with other men anymore. She blessed the day the big blond had hulked into her gym. That very afternoon she had taken the enthralled young man home to be her personal body builder. Well, her body was already BUILT well enough, thank you, but Birger was good at upkeep. That was precisely the point. He could keep it.