She pulled out the grey statue of Roxx. She didn'tneed to see the statue to know it was turning blue. It was groundingthem, Rach started to smile as s...e figured out what was happing. Shejust hoped that Bobbie would hold out long enough.Bobbie already wasn't looking too good. She was pale, and the blue thatshe wore so much? The color that suffused her soul? It had spread to herlips and fingernails... Her pupils had shrivelled to nearly nothing,leaving her already beautiful eyes an almost. Our retirement looked good. Our marriage... well... it was ok. Even when working at school, we would trade times of being tired and worn out. Our holidays became the time to catch up on us. Send the k** to Grandma, and then we would screw like rabbits. The only problem was that we no longer shared holidays. In the past, Saturday mornings had been Saturday Brunch with our friends Barb and Steve. The brunches still happened, but I rarely managed to be there. Saturday morning was a busy. So I then very carefully did the same with his left so last both had slipped through and I eased them and his now hardening cock stem further up.A squeal of triumph from both c***dren as the small ring fitted snugly on his juvenile penis and under his neat ball-sack. Harry lay back beaming as he proudly showed off his cock and balls, snugly encased in stainless steel and I confess an engaging sight as it swelled again to his full, if still immature erection.Looking around I had the gratifying. Lord knows he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off her, especially all this morning! ‘Oh my god would you really do that for me?’ She asks. To him, her voice is like…cotton candy, sunshine and smooth jazz when her tone and pitch changes. ‘Sure, absolutely! It’s not a problem.’ He assures her. As they wait while her dressed is being washed they hang out in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table across from each other. Each with a cup of coffee. The only thing she basically is able to wear is.