And when they ask you what the real story is you tell them that you have no idea and that maybe they should call Sandy because you heard that she's th... one who started all of this."Mom reached over and turned the ringer to LOW, hung up the receiver, then kissed me on the top of the head."Have a good afternoon, Leslie. I'm going back to finish my nap. Make sure to take messages if I get any calls."The phone started ringing before she was out of the kitchen and didn't stop all afternoon. I was a. During the last several days, it had frozen into a very solid structure. We laughed as we discussed how it would melt back into the lake. Soon there would be no evidence that anyone had ever lived there. Dawn commented that we would some day be able to canoe over that spot, with our kids, and tell them that it had once been our home.We climbed into our skis and began to head for home. When we were about 100 feet away, we stopped to look back. Our little camp looked so empty and forlorn. It had. You did this to me. How can I be your pretty girl if I have this and no pussy?" Your little boy pussy will do just as well"Spinning you around once again, I put you down on your forearms and knees head down ass up and legs spread that lovely hard cock just barely peeking out dangling between the sweet round cheeks, perfectly presented and waiting as my hands glide down the curves slow and soft until they are fully cupping that sweet round warm ass then grasping firmly pulling you in closer by. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn’t, instead, she squealed and gasped.