"Sure, take all week. But if you do say OK, you might want to consider a vasectomy so you can enjoy rooting without the frenchie," Nat replied.Whateve... Wayne had been expecting, it hadn't been Nat being so ... reasonable over his adultery. He wasn't all too sure as to how he'd cope with Nat fucking other men, but it sure as hell beat the alternative.'What I don't know, I won't worry about. If I don't rub her face in it, she won't rub mine in it either, I guess. Besides, she's a lousy root these. "Hey, Tiffany," he said. "Would you like to drive for a while?" Can I, daddy?" she squealed, not quite believing him."Sure thing," he said, "Let's you and me trade places." He probably wouldn't have done it, but the dogs were a little tired from the fast trip to Turtle Hill and back, and they were carrying more weight than normal. Tiffany had run behind Cumulus and Ringo on the ATV, but that hadn't been very fast, but still, nothing was likely to happen.He got into the sled, got Henry between. They turned off the light and shut the door behind them.Finn led her to the side of the small office building. He stopped next to a tarp covered object, untied the ropes, and yanked the silvery plastic off. The pale moonlight revealed a glistening Suzuki GSX-R 1000 motorcycle."Ooo, pretty," Liv crouched down, running her hand over the powerful engine. "I've got a slightly used Porsche I'll trade for it!" Ha! Hard to pass up an opportunity like that. I got it the minute I landed back in the. He’d slowly push me off his lap, and onto my knees on the floor. He’d take the panties from my mouth just long enough to tell me to clean up my mess. He’d push me down, and I’d start by licking his feet, then up his calves to his knees, then up his thighs, until I’d cleaned up every drop of piss from his legs. Then he’d put the panties back in my mouth and tighten them. He’d take me by the hand again and lead me out of the bedroom. We’d go back through the house, and come to a door I hadn’t.