"We're going to go for a drive around the lake sometime after breakfast," she informed us. Her smile told us there was a hidden agenda to that as well... "There's a special place we used to go," she hinted. "Thought we'd go up there and spend some time together in the afternoon. While we are, that should at least give the two of you time to enjoy yourselves as well. Just make sure that any evidence," she emphasized suggestively, "is cleaned up and taken care of by the time we return. Other than. Part of the way down she said it felt like her toe nails where about to come through her boots , so she stopped at a bench and started taking them off. That's when Rick walked up, Rick being her black admirer. He asked if she was OK? She had her right leg over her left as she tried to pull the boot off. Rick asked if he could help, and reached down and took hold of her boot,. As he did her leg straighted out and he got a perfect shot of that shaved pussy ( yeah no panties ) he was cool and. But any sign of this sorrow would have been a disaster. Her full burqa helped hide the loss.Abby and I noticed that Michal was also melancholy in the first days after the child was gone, though she had absolutely no memory of him, knowing of him only through her diary. Abby and I have a private theory that Michal's emotional bonding to the child went beyond physical memory, beyond the hormonal changes at the end of lactation. We're not sure what we could ever do with this knowledge, and we are. Sticks out ready... and pulsating... i lean over kissing you so you can taste your own love juice..your eyes tell me the pleasure you just experienced...my hands cup and massage your still firm nipples..gently squeezing..you grasp my throbbing hardness...stroking it back and forth...moving it closer to your still wide spread thighs....god you look so sexy there before me....you part your lips with my organtaking the head in...i push forward slightly burring it half way..you groan out as you.