Tomorrow's gonna be outfuckinstanding." What do you mean?" Nothing, baby. How about you go downstairs and get some more champagne for us."When I final...y, unsteadily, got back to the bedroom, dressed in my skimpy black lingerie, 5 inch fuck me pumps and sporting a semi-hardon, from the friction I told myself, Lilla was on the bed reclining against the headboard in her blue silk robe, black sheer stockings and shoes similar to mine."Hey baby, welcome back," she said in a sultry voice, patted the. It had been a half-hour since the blood transfer and a marked improvement in Dugut's condition was easily recognizable.Martreen looked over at me. I was pleased to see her eyes sparkling, she looked relaxed and beautiful, the previous tension and anxiety gone from her face and posture, "That's right, you showed it to me in a night thought."I smiled, "It doesn't make much sense but I'm thankful I did, and it's nice to know you have night thoughts about me." I have day thoughts about you too my. ’ ‘Actually, Clare…’ ‘Yes?’ ‘You’d look very strange with florets of broccoli sticking out there.’ Her mobile phone rang and she fumbled in her handbag for it, talking away to him as she hunted: ‘Two former boyfriends wanted to do it to me there and a girlfriend, but I wouldn’t let any on them…not with broccoli I hasten to add.’ ‘Don’t spoil my deliberate misunderstandings with your haste,’ he pouted and reached over to pull the mobile from her coat pocket and place it in her hand. ‘Are you. . Your special lover is waiting for you...” Kimberly says.Ellen smiles and turns away from us – the stockings do a good job of keeping her legs looking trim, but they can’t stop her aging arse from sagging a little. It’s not bad, you understand, it’s not cottage cheese hanging down at the back, but it’s not tight either – a 60-year-old arse is a 60-year-old arse after all... She steps away through the mud to the heavy shed door and grabs the handle.Inside, we follow her along the corridor –.