Let her talk, and just drop a hint. Maybe you guys could go out to the beach, and you could point out hot guys to her. Well, maybe not so hot. Maybe j...st old guys. Fat ones.”She kicked him and looked shocked, “You mean fix mom up with a date?”He just smiled, “And CLEAN UP your room!” he looked serious at her.But he didn’t add that her mom likely just needed to laid once in a while. He could use a bit of that himself as well.Rylee ignored the room comment but picked up on the hidden innuendo of. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. Kath rubbed the hole, thinking it felt a little odd, and just as she was about to push her finger in it, she realized it was Claire’s anus. Kath felt a little embarrassed, but strangely excited at her contact with Claire’s butt hole. She moved her hand appropriately, finding the primary target, then started running a finger along the damp entrance to Claire’s pussy before inserting two fingers up there. Both girls had frigged themselves before, but to frig another cunt whilst one’s own cunt was. ‘There you are! We thought maybe the evil lumberjack had carried you off into the woods!’ Marc said snickering. ‘Did you meet that guy? What an asshole,’ Leah said grimacing, ‘I guess he’s the caretaker or something.’ ‘Yeah, I met him on the road. He was kind of an asshole,’ Rebecca laughed. ‘What did he want?’ ‘Oh, he just came by to scowl at us and give us condescendingly obvious advice about how to operate things. He also told us it gets cold here at night…like, newsflash! It’s northern.