She went to church every other Sunday but she wasn't very religious. She voted, but she didn't follow politics.Dawn kept a vibrator hidden in her unde...wear drawer. Next to it was a copy of '50 Shades of Grey' that she bought last year but still hadn't finished. Dawn was not a very fast reader.Dawn was kind, good-hearted and obliging and she was well-liked in the neighbourhood and among her friends. But some people found her a bit dull at times. Dawn wasn't much of a conversationalist; she was a. I just hiked it up to my waist, turned around, and straddled her face. She wasted no time latching onto my hips and diving into my dripping pussy. Oh my god! She had definitely had practice doing this. Within a minute I was screaming out, grinding my cunt down onto her pretty face, and filling her eager mouth with my cum. That good little girl drank every last drop. Once my orgasm died down, I crawled off of her. She was still fingering herself, so I figured she might like to play with one of. After I was done, I grabbed the chicken and pie and found Dad watching college basketball. State was playing Iowa, and it didn’t look good for the home team.“I knew you were my favorite son,” Dad said as I put the food on the coffee table.“What did Jack suggest we do with my money?” I asked, finally ready to hear what was suggested.“What did you and Bev talk about?” Dad asked.“I’ll tell you and Mom about it when I get things figured out.”Dad just nodded.“Jack talked to Caryn and me about. Being a father wasn't easy.The Co-op distributed flyers throughout the town, and people showed up in droves to buy the fresh produce. Whatever produce was left over at the end of the day, one of the Co-op members toted 30 miles north to a homeless shelter and food bank and donated it.Ideally, Callie felt she should have known how to take advantage of the harvest by bottling some of the vegetables for the winter, but that was way beyond her skills. She watched Angie do some bottling and she was.