As she stroked my penis and entered my anus, for that utter arousing feel, I admitted to her the cool wet floor of the parlor actually felt kind of go...d on my feet and I’d already walked to the night pasture and back without much suffering. It was as if Lilly had done something with her magic to make my feet tough. My shoes left at the house would not be needed. I wouldn’t miss the ugly things and now the minor ejaculation spilling gizem on my feet made me laugh to think I wouldn’t worry about. Deeply.“Luck is the residue of ... um, good luck?” I’m not sure I nailed the quote, but you get the idea, right? Right?I’m ruminating on the philosophy of fortune because I’d just been sharing an early Walker story with Vanessa and Pilar. Both enjoy hearing about his childhood days. And I enjoy bragging so there you go.This particular memory came up because Pilar is starting to attract some local attention in the small world of Kansas City fashion models. My former modeling agent, and Walker’s. I'm sure they'd be glad to help me. They'd probably help me out of my panties first, though!" Both women laughed."But seriously," said Katherine. "I know I'm smart. I'm gonna like sex a lot, but I'm sure I'm gonna want the company of other smart people. At least wise people if not smart people. The only young people I know who are smart, or wise, are qualified to be volunteers. So, having even one ditz in my home will be burdensome for me." That will mean," replied Ellen, "that you will be by. Seeing her car pull in i cant help but get excited telling her i will be right there i jog over to the car. the door opens and there she is the most beautiful woman in existence. helping her out of the car she jumps on me planting a soft yet ravenous kiss on my lips her hands trying to explore my entire body at once. closing the door she gets on the bonnet of the car, lifting her skirt up she reveals the lacy panties that she loves to wear. as her ass touches the cold hard steel the roar of a.