Danica pulled one of the cotton plugs from her bag, as well as a small vial. She handed over the items. "This stops the flow from within, and the poti...ns lessen many of the painful, and irritating symptoms," Danica explained.The official eyed the cotton plug curiously, and then sat it aside to swirl the potion in front of his eyes. He removed the stopper, sniffed, and then turned the bottle upside down with his finger covering the mouth. Righting it quickly, he pressed the tip of his tongue. They landed a few steps from the top, and I could see just how wet they were from where I was stood.Pete went to town eating my mum out, telling her how he fucking loves it when women have a full bush in-between making that pussy his own. He retreated to just using his fingers as he told her about how he was going to make her ride him like she's never rode a dick before he fucked her into the best orgasm she'd ever had. (I've promised similar stuff to women in the past- I never deliver on that. She nodded, but it was a sarcastic nod.“You’re right of course. But it’s just like I said, I’m just at the end of my rope worrying about him worrying us, and all,” she said. “But one more go at him? Okay.” The man nodded.Grant Hardy didn’t especially like bars like the Pasture, but beer was pretty much generic, so here he was. He’d been here before, actually several times over the years, and that with Penelope, but it had been a long while since the last visit. But Curtiss remembered him.It was. "Two twenty is as far as he'll move," he let Brandon know. "You can send him as many offers as you want, but that's where you're going to end up." Really? Then send him one for two-fifteen, and let's see if you're right."Brent wrote up the offer, then left to present it. Fifteen minutes later, he was back, his previous smugness now replaced with something a little meeker."Okay, so I was wrong," he confessed to Brandon and Tracy. "Two-seventeen, five is what he'll accept. Did you want to go.