All of PJ's clothes, toys, and furniture, of course as well as her clothes and some family heirlooms. She figured she would stay with her folks for th...e better part of a year, so she did not need much of the other furnishings or kitchen utensils, and nothing was brand new anyway. She had never really cared for the bedroom set as it had been a wedding present from his parents and was far too masculine for her liking.After she left that first day, Julie thought about what Ann had said about liking. "Oh, big cock" she giggled "I always wanted to .. have it. I could feel it hard in your jeans, sometimes the end peeped out" I used to go home and wank myself stupid" I told her "You should have asked. I'd have wanked you off. You should have got it out and MADE me do it. Stuck it in my hand.I probably would have given it a suck as well. I'd have let you fuck me" "WOULD you?" I asked "Yes, yes, certainly before we ended. Maybe not at first. The very next boyfriend I had, I couldn't get my. Besides, we kind of liked watching and if we told, we wouldn’t get to watch again.”“You mean you watched Kellie and me making love!” Ron groaned. “How many times did you do that?”“Probably only about eight or ten times,” said Michelle as some red colored her cheeks. “We thought we were the only ones who knew, but one time we saw Julie going by, and sometimes Nancy and Kerrie would take a peek and we didn’t want to get caught watching. But, we did watch enough times to know that it looks like. Oh, darling you are so delicious — the taste of you and the feel of you in my mouth is more than I can describe. It is so arousing, wanting to get you rock hard so I can straddle you, easing that hot, wide staff into my very wet and needy little cunt. Riding up and down and up and down as it drives so deep inside. Oh, can I take it all? Can I? Keep working up and down, and relaxing my pussy so you can get deeper, filling me in every part, so that I can feel every vein and ridge. Riding you.