Three months after Christmas, I got an email. The subject line was simply 'Emma', and I didn't recognise the address."Please call me. Sarah Evans." An...d a mobile number.The name was vaguely familiar, though I couldn't immediately place it."Hello, Mizz Evans? Gerry Barrett." I could hear conversation in the background."Oh, Mister Barrett. Thank you for calling me back." Not a problem. What can I do for you?" Just a moment. I'll go somewhere quieter." There was a hiatus, the sounds of doors. .." mas tudo bem, levei na brincadeira. Depois do jantar minha prima abriu um sorriso e perguntou pras minhas outras primas: - Porque vc nao fas as unhas Paulo? E ai todas elas inclusive minha tia começaram a insistir, falando que ia ser legal, que era só na brincadeira...com as 6 insistindo acabei cedendo, e lá foi a Carla buscar uma caixinha cheia de troços pra fazer minhas unhas... Acabado isso fomos dormir, subimos e quando eu estava indo pro armário minha prima falou: . A blonde woman strode angrily into the large store, slapped a package on the counter, and loudly expressed her dissatisfaction. The clerk asked “What’s the problem? Wouldn’t your cat eat them?” The blonde’s eyes got very large, and she whispered “Do you mean to tell me that ‘Pussy Treats’ are for cats?”The newly-married husband came home from the office to find his young wife in floods of tears. “Darling, whatever is the matter?” he asks. “Sweetheart” she sobs “the most terrible thing has. ” Heather confessed. “I’d be happy to fuck you in that tight ass, too!”Heather laughed. “Woah! Slow down. One hole at a time, son.”“2 out of 3 isn’t bad.” Josh said with a chuckle. “But the offer stands. When you’re ready, I’m willing to put my hard cock right in your soft little butthole. For now, we can stick to just the cunt though. Shall we head home?”Heather couldn’t believe she was even contemplating this. But she was certainly getting hornier by the second.“I suppose we should.” She.