Maybe five!”“Five!” Brad exclaimed, pausing on another step, “You want to have five babies with me? We had better get busy and real soon!” H... kidded.“You wish!” Abby joked, returning the verbal jab.“Abby, my Mom is going to love you to pieces,” he predicted.“I sure hope so. I feel so nervous meeting your family,” Abby said, curling her hair behind her ears. They made the last two steps to their row.“You don’t need to be nervous, you look perfectly beautiful to me.”Dan was the first to see them. She wasn't sure how to feel or act and she wasn't taking any measures to hide her confusion. "Giles... I'm so glad you're back with us," she said as she cast her gaze about the room. No Buffy. No Xander, Anya... just his guitar. She smiled and looked back at him, perplexed but still awash with relief at his safe return, and the way it made her feel to hear him say it was good to see her. She noticed the earring then, and something about that called back to the feeling she had had of offness. With her face resting upon the soft carpet and with her ass high in the air and spread wide, Janice next plunged her middle finger deep into her shit-hole. She worked her finger in and out of her asshole, with slow rhythmic thrusts. Her knuckles stretched her shit-bung wide, while her fingernail scratched her shit-hole walls. She sighed and gasped repeatedly as she made herself feel damned good.Wet sucking noises emanated from her asshole. Hearing them, turned her on, excited her, made her want. We selected the suitable plants for our area, plugged in tentative quantities and worked out a flexible delivery schedule. Within two hours the contract was ready to sign. Wendy distributed copies to each of us, placing mine and her copy in the expensive briefcase she always carried. We had finished early and had several hours of daylight to explore the area. The Bresdons wanted us to come back to have dinner with them but we made some excuse, not revealing that we had reserved a room at a.