So i hurried down stairs and my wife smiled with approval. " sexy thing " she hissed. girls lets get started. they all surrounded me and i was shaking... and my cock was straining against the laceand finally popped out when one of them touched my ass. she said "we'll take care of that problem right away pointing at my boner bobing in the wind. they felt my fake boobs and rubbed my stocking covered leggs. they grabbed my balls right threw the fabric and gave them a squeeze , i almost blew. At the top of a large tree George tried to get some rest but he could hear the hunting party getting closer if he stayed here they were going to get him for sure. On the ground he started to run again at least he was heading away from the hunting party. Thinking back he couldn't think of anything that would make them want to hunt him so steadfast and hard.Again, just when he thought he was home free he heard the hunting party behind him, shit he thought at least he'd gotten a little rest. Soon. "I'm sorry," the woman apologised with more than a hint of mirth, "It's the long beard and the glasses, She thinks you're my late husband. He died over a year ago. It's not your grandpa Suzie..." He is, he is! I know he is!" Suzie wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and started to cry. Having no previous experience at handling young children, I had no idea of what to do but when she turned her tear stained face to mine and raised her arms, I knew she wanted to be picked up. Almost without. ‘Stop. You’re giving me goose bumps and they won’t look at all attractive in this dress.’ At that point, I just looked at her and wanted to let her know how much she meant to me but I let it pass. I would have more than enough time to do that later. The limo pulled up to our first stop, Ruby Foo’s, a nouvelle Asian restaurant in the heart of the Time Square area. We jumped out of the limo and stepped into a faux Asian décor that was brimming with people. Because we were regulars we were seated.