Your father always had a late shift, so when I told him that evening before I clocked out, he just looked different." she shrugged, "That's all I rem...mber."I thought for a moment how my mom drinks coffee when it came to me, "Did my dad drink coffee?" Yes, but only black with sugar. We always teased him how generous he was, always buying the coffee creamer, even when he didn't use it himself," she laughed at the memory.BINGO! He was spiking the creamer. So she didn't drink it, and then it. Do you think she was a witch?" Witches is it, little butter bottom? All this talk of witches has got many an innocent girl a reward of suffering and death for just trying to help their neighbors."The shadow of Good Wife Simmons cast a darkness over them and they both looked up with guilt written all over their faces."So my little bound girl is spreading her legs for females as well. What is the matter, missy, aren't my two strapping boys enough to fill your pussy?" I am so sorry, Good Wife, I. At this point, they stopped while Becky and Mary discussed the possibilities. The two decided that they needed for Henry, the geologist, to examine what they had found before they went any farther. It was a cinch that they were going to need a bridge to get across the fissure, since it was 10 to 12 feet wide at its narrowest point.It took about 90 minutes for Mary's tractor to arrive, since it had only been traveling at 5 MPH. Henry shut the tractor down and came over to examine the fissure. He. She has other plans and decides to go for one of her trusted masturbation techniques. She starts off by gathering her pillows and puts them between her legs and squeezes her tits and softly pinches her nipples. Her pussy gets wet again and needs some more attention. She dry humps the pillows as she continues to fantasizing about him. The fantasies in her head really make her horny. She continues humping and grinding her hips and pussy into the pillows for about ten minutes then stops again.