I think to myself there is absolutely no way she doesn't come knocking soon, to apologise with some cliched apology dish or bottle of wine or somethin.... The only questions are whether she showers first and what she brings.It's getting towards early evening now and she still hasn't come over to apologise. Maybe she isn't quite as prim and proper as I thought. Maybe she doesn't care enough. I've already rung the workshop, showed them the photos and a little facetime video of it. They are picking. The sun was still behind the horizon when we set foot on the driveway to Ashley's house. Several lights were on and before we reached the front door it opened and Angelique ran out."Unca Mark! You're here!" she cried.I knelt down to give the young girl a hug. She was wearing a simple one piece swimsuit and had on arm floats and a life jacket. Someone had braided her hair, pulling it tight against the back of her head."We go now," Angelique ordered."I am not the one driving," I said firmly.. She was only inches away from her elbow this time. Cecil’s ass was now stretched 5 inches and was still stretching. Meredith got past her elbow. There was a faint sound almost like the ripping of fabric. Cecil grunted in 5 second intervals and humped back and forth on his playmate’s flabby arms. “My rectum’s splitting and I don’t care…” he said in a sultry voice. “How far are you in there?” “I’m almost to my armpit. Are you sure you want to keep going? The area around your tailbone is getting. " Well it was usually around $5000," Angel admitted, "but it depended on what he could negotiate and how badly they wanted me, and most of the time I never knew what they paid unless they told me," she looked down, "I never saw any of the money."Jordan kissed her forehead as his heart nearly burst through his chest, "I bet all of them wanted you, no wonder you were his number one woman," he said tenderly, "Who wouldn't want you?"Angel pressed her head against his chest hating it that her tears.