The carriage rolled rapidly onward. Villefort, while turning restlessly on the cushions, felt something press against him. He put out his hand to remo...e the object; it was a fan which Madame de Villefort had left in the carriage; this fan awakened a recollection which darted through his mind like lightning. He thought of his wife."Oh!" he exclaimed, as though a redhot iron were piercing his heart. During the last hour his own crime had alone been presented to his mind; now another object, not. She thought up s racy text (this wasn’t her strong suit) saying “Master, I want you but you aren’t here. Can I play by myself?” She pressed SEND and within a minute he had replied. “Only if you take pics and send them to me while I’m here Sierra.” PICTURES?! How could he ask such a thing? She had never let him take ANY pictures of them doing anything, despite the fact that he wanted them. He managed to snap a picture of her once in a bikini, and she had practically yelled at him until he had. Phir achanak us ne mera hath apne right boob pe rakh dia shirt k uper se hi… Bhht soft thaw wo.. Me use dabane laga… Press krte krte me kafi wild hone laga aur us k boobs ko bhht zor se press krne laga… Wo ankhen band kr k leti rahi… Mujhe bhht maza arha tha… Mene apna dusra hath us k pet pe rkh dia aur us k neval me apni fingre ghusane lga…Phir mene us ki shlwar me hath dala aur us ki pussy pe rkh dia… Us ne penty ni pehni thi… Pussy pe chote chote baal the… Mene jese hi us ki pussy pe hath. He rushed out to the kitchen afterwards and went to see Lisa."Lisa how would you like to go with me to see the Taylor's animals?"Jeremy asked."Really? Yes." she cheered at his affirmative nod.They arrived at the Taylor's barn with Jeremy pulling Lisa in aspecially modified wagon he'd made for this purpose a long time ago.The wagon sported a set of sixteen-inch bicycle tires attached to awagon body. Sitting in that was an elevated plastic chair seat. Itprovided a slight reclining position and.