He watched Henrietta come up the garden path with a basket of biscuits for his breakfast table. She also had the potion she had made for him to sooth ...he stump of his leg in a way that caused him to forget entirely that the pain was still there.That pain was like a memory of a nightmare hidden in his mind and sealed from his conscious thought at any given moment.“Thank you kindly for the biscuits, Miss Henrietta. Tell you sister she is a fine cook and will make a good wife for a hungry. With a fresh handful of soapsuds, I ran my hand down the crease between her ass cheeks so I could rub my finger across her asshole the same way she had done mine.I was just about to say, “Gotcha back!” when she twitched her hips in such a way that my soapy finger slipped into her anus to about the first knuckle. Rather than screech and pull away, as I had done, Becky simply tilted her hips forward so that my finger withdrew from her.“That’s a later lesson, sweetie,” she giggled. “We don’t want. April could still see the bottom of the girl's breasts below her crop top. April wondered quietly if she would be able to get the masseuse to remove her top before time ran out today."I wish you would massage them forever." April said. "They look like they want you to."With that, the masseuse leaned over and her hands began their journey down April's rib cage and towards her stomach. "Your belly button is cute." the girl said. "Let me get my stool." She got up and walked a few steps over to the. Slowly wanking it it grew iron bar hard.Daz leaned in and rammed three fingers into Shells very wet cunt, he rapidly jack hammered her cunt until with a squeal she squirted love juices over his hand.Slowly Daz slid his cock into the hot MILF Shell, truth be none her husband was pretty much a two minute wonder, he couldn’t give his wife and orgasm if he tried, no such problem with her son in law, he forced that big cock into her, lowering his head he began to to suck and bite those 36F tits..