"Hey sweetcheeks, why don't you send grandpa home to bed and hang out with someone more fun." How rude! No one spoke like that about him! The guy wasn...t even cute. But she checked herself (Rule #7 – Let him handle it.) and just looked at him blankly. He definitely handled it. "Because she deserves someone smart enough to wear shirts that button. Now push off, junior, before the bartender realizes you just swiped his tip." The bartender glared at the rude boy and called over the bouncer. Rude. Within minutes David was in the Throne Room demanding details from Kamal Qumsiyeh and the Chief Eunuch."Why was I not told about these children? Did you think to hide them for ever?" he yelled and the two old men visibly quaked with fear, "What other secrets are you hiding?"Receiving no reply from the prostrate pair, he said, "Speak up now, or go away."Fear of losing their jobs, and quite possibly their lives, impelled Kamal Qumsiyeh to reply, "No other secrets, Master." Now these children?". Darrin and Dave were brothers. They were 24 and 26. They were both well built and very dark skinned. They were both hung about the same as Stan and they were anxious to bang her and did not mind that Stan wanted to record his wife getting screwed by these two black studs.Everything was set up for the next Friday night. They all met at the local steak house so Gloria could be sure that she had made the right decision before getting to where she couldn't back out. Gloria was dressed in a. She moved so she sat beside my shorts, her hands pulling a little teasing me that she was trying to get them completely off. I even lifted my hips to make it easy."Does she want me to pull these nasty shorts off her?"I held my hips up still as I made a pouty expression and nodded my head yes. "Put your fingers back in me ... please."Her face lowered until it touched the space between my stomach and the top of my pussy, and then began kissing while she pulled my pants from my hips."Love this.