We both reach into the bag at the same time, his hand lingers before his fingertips tickle the palm of my hand as he withdraws it. I nibble on the cor...n, licking the stickiness off my fingers before replacing my arm back on the arm rest between us. I feel his hand slip behind my elbow, and he softly traces his fingernails against the inside of my arm, which responds, making the tiny hairs stand on end and my skin becomes covered in goose bumps. I manage to repress a giggle but not the shaky. Examining the case."A present from Steve... Daddy." Susan said, giggling, "He said it would preserve the cigar indefinitely if you didn't want to smoke it, or make a hell of a pencil box if you did." You'd better lay off the Daddy stuff or I might just be forced to spank that cute bare little tush of yours." he chuckled back."Ooh. It's been a long time since you were rough with me. I think I like the idea... Daddy." she giggled alluringly, moving into his arms.She kissed him passionately. He. "We might as well be comfortable, Elder Wildhair," she eases her old bones down onto a corner of the cloth, then leaned back against the large stone monument that "explained" the existence of the clock tower. "I brought tea and through an interesting variation in a fire spell I was recently taught, it will heat itself."Wildhair grimaced again, turning to examine the colorful stone monument. It featured two figures familiar, yet different somehow from the couple she had known for Yuris. The. Anyway, because the married men would be unable to enjoy my wife’s charms overnight they would at pre-arranged times sneak up stairs and ball my wife during the party while the others engaged their wives so that they wouldn’t notice that their spouses were being otherwise entertained. These little encounters didn’t take very long and upon each man filling my wife with their load of cum it was my duty to orally clean my wife’s sperm filled pussy for the next man to sink his cock into my slutty.