There was a minor, low volume drum roll and the MC asked for the first bid."20 dollars for her panties." Forty says she won't hand them over. No woma... gives her panties to a strange man," was the bid answer. "Anyway, she came without panties."The first bidder spoke up again: "do you have your panties with you and will you give them to me?" Yes to both questions. My husband has them in his pocket and you are welcome to them." She turned her head to look in my direction and asked me ho hand her. Once there, he dressed in preparation for a trip to visit the Alzheimer’s Shelter that Bill had started. That Bill was proud of the facility was a good sign. He returned to the living room in time to hear Liz call out, “It’s ready.”He followed the sound of the voice to the dining room. It was nothing more than an extension of the kitchen, but it was a nice comfortable area. The kitchen table was solid oak with a simple checkered blue and white tablecloth. There were three settings with a plate. She sighed.“I’d forgotten how much I used to enjoy that,” she whispered. “But now I want to taste your other juices. I want to lick your cunt.”She was blushing as she said it. Normally, she never swore, but during sex she used the filthiest language imaginable, as if she saved all the obscenities up for when she let herself go. She grabbed my hips and buried her face in my pussy. I could feel her tongue lapping at my slit, and I gasped with pleasure as she sucked my labia into her mouth and. Almost instantly, though, I felt such a flood of love and happiness while thinking of my sweet little Allie Cat. You're right; it's not fair to make any firm plans without her input. We can ask her tonight, or tomorrow, if she gets home too late."Just then Jack's cell phone rang. Abigail pulled it from her purse. Jack smiled. It was the "family" cell phone, but since Jack used it during his long daily commute, it was commonly referred to as his phone. Be that as it may, it was commandeered by.