It took almost a half hour to get to the locks, but it’s not like we were trying to make good time or anything. It was just slow hiking, with a lot ...f stops for kissing. The locks on the Kentucky River have been shut down and abandoned for years. They were originally built to aid barges coming down river from the Appalachian coal fields, but the railroads pretty much took over that work. Lock #9, where we were, consists of big concrete pilings in the middle of the river, with gates which used. My daughter's ass and pussy was eye level for nearly a minute as Jess slowly emptied the green bottle into a glass for me. “Beautiful shade of pink isn't it?” I asked, snapping Jeff out of his daze. “What? Uh, wow. Yeah it's amazing, I mean it looks amazing.” Jeff stuttered taking a drink of his beer. “Taste her.” I said encouraging him. “What?” He replied in disbelief. “Put your tongue in her twat.” Jeff looked at me and then at Jessica's perfect ass staring him in the face. He put his beer. ” Robyn wailed, “I want to go so bad, and I can’t without a Hero. I should have been born with a dick, and now I’ve ruined it all.” She buried her face in Pete’s neck, miserable.Pete patted, then rubbed her back. “Go where? Why do you need a hero? I’m totally confused here.”“Not hero. Hero!“ stated Miriam firmly. “As in a White-Knight-in-Shining-Armor, un chevalier blanc, a knygt erraunt, un caballero andante, a Have-Gun-Will-Travel freaking Paladin - you!”“Granddaughters! Stop! Now!” Daniel. She relished in the feeling that all of her body was a pathway to sexual enjoyment and not just confined to her greedy little cunt.It could have been all to easy to just sit there and bring herself off in her new gloves but knew that she could enjoy so much more rapturous pleasure with the right footwear. As much as her sexy little spike heeled mules made her feel so horny, she knew that coupling the new gloves with a special pair of her many high heeled boots would add so much more to the.