The french toast was good. Very good. We would have to go shopping to replace the bread we just finished, but it was worth it. Amber had mixed some va...illa in with the eggs and sprinkled cinnamon over the finished product. I didn’t even know I had vanilla in the cupboard. Must have been one of my ex’s purchases. The toast almost didn’t need syrup. Almost, but any chance to add sugar was never lost on me. ‘So, you were married once,’ Amber commented after we discussed the existence of the. I pulled him up and told him to lean up against a tree. It was time for me to show him my appreciation for his big ass. I never waste any time when it comes to big, sexy ass, I just want to eat the fuck out of it, worship it like it is my last meal. I spread his nasty asscheeks open, so I have his fat ass in my hands and my cock gets even harder, which shouldn't have been possible, and I slid my whole tongue up his asshole.This dirty, old man, now has me working his tight ass, fucking his ass. "Besides, when would I ever wear it?I'm wearing a tux on the big day." I know..." Felicia sighed. "It's just such a cute image."A few days later, Felicia returned home from dress shopping andimmediately collapsed on the couch. Carl, with his hair tied back in alow ponytail and wearing his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, walked in fromthe kitchen with two glasses of wine."Rough day?" Carl asked, handing Felicia the glass. "Find anythinggood?" A few potential choices," Felicia said, accepting it and. As he was putting on thepantyhose, he noticed a small run starting just above the left ankle, heremembered that a drop of nail polish could stop a run, although he didnot have any clear polish the Burgundy Frosted polish would do, as he wasnot going out in public in a dress. He got into the dress, he liked it,it buttoned up the front. The dress had short sleeves and was black withflowers all over, he thought he was pretty when he wore it. He put onthe 3 and ? inch high heels that he had.