So, when my parents died when I was twenty two, and Darius or Dare for short, whom I haven’t seen in four years, came home for the funeral. He is fi...e years older than me and currently owns a very successful fast food chain. I opened the door to a bronzed, blond god and couldn’t believe that it was my best friend. Enveloping me in his strong embrace, I just cried, not saying a word. Very relieved to have someone taking care of all the arrangements, I just coasted along until after the funeral.. After lunch, it was time to take care of the dried clothes. She ironed. He folded or hung things on hangers. To make the most of the chore, she tried to teach him how to iron, telling him that one day he may need to and will thank her for learning it. Mason was clumsy and almost burned one of Emily’s blouses. At one point, the iron blew steam on his cock. It didn’t burn him. Instead, it fluffed up his thickness even more. The head of his cock became engorged and red. They agreed he should stop. She pulled down the french knickers and allowed Helen to step out of them. She, like Alice, had a perfect, shaven pussy. It was wet, and Alice pushed one finger in and swirled it around, which really turned Helen on. Helen climbed onto the sofa, her knees either side of Alice’s breasts, then she lowered her pussy onto Alice’s tongue. Alice licked her friend’s cunt, and Helen moaned, grasping her breasts. Alice licked harder, and flicked at Helen’s clit with her tongue. Helen came hard, and. Talk about double talk ... If I hadn’t completed a mission successfully I wouldn’t need a companion ... Undertaker, sure. Companion? Nope.Zo buckled down and REALLY studied that manual ... it took three weeks with a magnifying glass but she got to the going with the hero part.“Look here,” she said, holding the magnifier over the offending paragraph. “See?”“If you would hold still I might be able to see. Right now a bicycle going down the 174 Spanish Steps of Rome would have less vibration,” I.