She comes closer squashing her breasts onto his shirt and whispers to his ear.“You know the hierarchy thing, like, who’s on top. I’m, like, over... my husband thousands of times, and I, like, own him or something,” she caresses his balls and polishes his shaft’s tip sending the aroused man almost over the edge. “He likes that. A lot.”“But I’m not… look, I’m married—” Dave tries to refute.“So what? I’m also married,” the woman cuts him off. “It’s what makes it feel so good though.”At first, she. It is a short video, and the camera is not close enough to show detail, but I clearly see it is her.Me: OMG!!!!!!!!!! WOW Her: Winky face That was 8 years ago Me: You are just as beautiful today. Her: Are you sure?!?And I get a picture of her standing in front of a mirror in panties and a lace bra, legs spread a little apart, I stare at my her screen for a few min. Her: ??? I’m sorry if I went to far.Me: No, no, I was not expecting that, but WOW Her: Blush face again. You really like it? Me:. "Looks like heavy fog. Going to be a bitch picking up the garbage this morning," George sighed."George, you bitch about it every morning, and like every morning the fog is in you go out and you find everyone's garbage to be picked up. At least you don't have to lug it anymore, you get to drive now," Shannon said as she started brushing."Yeah I know, but look at this fog. You could cut it with a knife and serve it up for dessert," George grumped as he pointed out the window.Shannon spit out the. The worst part, however, had been to keep Ricky in position for more than a few seconds. They had a finishing session on the next day, and that was the last nice day in a while. For two weeks, the rain poured down, transforming the roads and paths into mudholes. Temperatures dropped too, and soon the leaves of the trees turned yellow.In mid-October, Ellen posed a last time, wearing a water-logged coat and a drooping hat, as well as her old oversized boots. As Melissa had predicted, this last.