He dipped the washcloth into the big porcelain bowl of warm water to give her a sponge bath. He turned down the covers, washed her arms, her breasts a...d her belly. He washed both her legs which were scuffed and bruised, being careful with her injuries. He gently washed her small white feet and dried them. He held one in his hands and studied it, then planted a kiss on it. Then he went to his dresser and found some dusting powder and lightly went over her with the feather puff.He then stood back. She felt her hunger growing and realized she was getting near to her peak. ‘Yesssss!!! Oh, Yessssss!!!’ she groaned. One hand continued thrusting the dildo into her body, while the other moved to her juice-soaked clit. She was going to come! She had to… The phone rang. Melissa, startled, froze, and felt very embarrassed, as if the person on the other end of the phone knew what she was doing. Reluctantly she pulled the dildo from her, rolled over, and reached for the phone. ‘Hel…hello,’ Melissa. Both his ogrehoods pulse in her hands as she continues to jerks them wildly against her lips. And then both blast her at the same time. There is such an incredible amount of the copious cream that she almost feels like she is going to drown.Even Hazel gasps. At least with the river we have a chance of not drowning.Penelope lets go of the steely tools and falls back on her ass. She looks up at the ogre and smiles, her teeth coated in cum, as well as her lips and chin and the tops of her furry. As I mentioned before, I'm the old model of slut. I have long blond hair, big blue eyes, big tits, a fantastic ass, and a walk that no man used to be able to resist. I say used to because though I don't look it, I'm 62 years old.Okay, close your mouth, you're letting all of the flies out. My hair is Clairol's Ice Blonde number 8. My tits are implants, and my ass comes from daily, one hour stair-master sessions. We'll talk about my assets more later on, but for now just suffice it to say that.