"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Andy wondered. "I mean, there might not be much showering involved." Goody!" Regan said again. "Save that thought f...r tomorrow morning. For now, we need to hurry."12:15 a.m. SundayRegan and Andy were still laughing as they emerged from their room. Not surprising, several people sat around in the front room waiting for them."Sorry," Regan said with a blush. "We got a bit ... distracted."Elizabeth rolled her eyes."Like you would have been ready in 10 minutes if. ’ she whispered before she threw her dinner roll at his paper. Davis just grinned watching Dante’s reaction. By this point if Tempest wasn’t here, Dante would be hollering at Davis for his table manners, forcing him to move out of his line of vision. No matter how old he was or how much time had passed, Dante still hated being around Davis while they ate. he had to constantly yell at him to stop dropping food all over, to stop talking while eating, to eat with his mouth closed, to not breath. They are an attractive couple, both in their mid-forties. “We have wanted this for a very long time and we have a plan, if you are uncomfortable with anything let us know.“We really want this, both of us, don’t hold back,” she tells me as I watch her man undo the zip at the back of her dress before it drops to her ankles and she steps out of it. “Do you like my naked body? Should I leave my heels on? Ada told me me you are an ass man, do you like mine,” she teases as her man smears oil all over. Any time the weather warmed up, Cassie shed. My wife replaced the carpet on the stairs with a dark color. Every two weeks she would scrape the stairs to pick up Cassie’s hair and come up with a ball of fur bigger than a Chihuahua, only because much of Cassie’s hair was left elsewhere. That’s not such a bad problem, you say. Just brush her. Cassie hated to be brushed. You had to trick her to get her in position and she wiggled and struggled to get out. My granddaughter liked Cassie the best.