"The tissues in his hand, Uncle Charley looked towards the ceiling, "Why do I bother to ask?" Winnie said, "My teachers have always said you learn mor... by asking questions." {She was standing as Ernie so often did, one leg flexed, toes pointing sort of outward.}Uncle Charley put his empty hand against her low and narrow shoulders, "There are times and places when it's best not ask questions. Now, you go down into the kitchen and get yourself a snack. I'm going to ask your dad if he's ready to. Edging around between the bush and the rock face, Tammy bent down and picked it up as it was the only sign she had seen that anyone had been here at all.As she bent down to pick up the camera pouch she caught a flash of sunlight on water which came through a small tunnel well hidden from the track by the depth of the alcove. Moving further around the edge of the rock face Tammy came to the entrance to the small tunnel, that we all came through, and could see light reflecting off what looked. But he was mostly known for his unorthodox and highly effective teaching techniques. At six-foot-two-inches tall, Prof. Tim towered directly in front of Rebecca Hines, who was sitting in the front of the class and had the best view of her professor. She had the advantage of examining his well-toned body. His strong legs showed the benefits of years of playing tennis almost daily. His tie lay between his pecs that had slight traces of chest hair. As Rebecca’s eyes were drawn to his flaccid,. ”“God I need that,” George said, “Oh god...”A few minutes later, Jill stood up and said, “I think the shower’s warm, now.”They got into the shower, and Jill just leaned over and put her hands on the back wall of the shower. George got in and pushed himself into her offered pussy, moaning softly as he was enveloped in her soft, moist, warmth.“You feel so good,” George whispered, “Why are we considering complicating things?”“Oooh,” Jill said, “Because, mmmm, complicated is, ahhhh, more.