I looked at Julie who was laughing and told her, "It would be easier for you to change your name to Duly than for Carly to call you Julie." Then we we...e both laughing.Marie, Julie's mother came in the room. Julie introduced me and then her mom saw Carly in Julie's arms. She immediately held her arms out to Carly and she went right to her. "My God, how precious is she? Hi, sweetie, how are you?" Carly looked up at her and said, "Nanna." I said "No, Carly that's not nanna."Marie looked at me and. “See, Dave? Opportunity. Thank you, Bill.”Brindy doesn’t let things slide. “We shall report favorably on your response to your owners.”“If they haven’t sold one of their trailers, you could make a deal with Sunny and Carl for one...”“Those things have queen beds,” Dave sighed.“Yeah, you’d have to be VERY friendly.” These three are that level of friendliness.“We are thinking about that, though,” Brindy said. “Lita and I think we could remodel Sunny’s old trailer and have a king bed. We’ll lose. Only working my knob on his tongue, he slowly slid his fingers in my arse, causing me to push back until he had as much inside me as he could. As he started to work them in and out of me, I said how good it felt but wanted his cock in me, pushing him back on the bed, his fingers sliding from me with a plop.As Greg fell back onto the bed, I climbed over him, stopping with his cock in front of me where I grabbed the lube, squeezing a good amount onto it, working it up and down his length. Aching. I don't want to know that this is me. But it is. He unstraps my right hand and grinds up each finger, passing the bones through a hole in the center, followed by the hand, all over the bowl as I watch in horror and scream. He bandages it and repeats for my left hand. Leaving my neck strapped in, he takes the bowl and walks out of the room, leaving the bones on the floor.I fight to try to unhook myself with my stumps, but it's no use. The straps are like belt buckles, and require fingers to.