His head jerked from player to player as he absorbed everything being said and the sexual implications.I added to Ginger’s comment, “There’s no ...pressure, but you and Blake are both welcome to create whatever level of relationship with them that you want. We’re not exclusive or possessive, and we don’t get jealous.”Blake finally spoke, “So, you didn’t get jealous when Ginger sent you the cellphone photographs we took of each other two weeks ago?”I shook my head. “Nope. Not a bit. Heck one night. A small dressing table with mirror was along onewall. There was also a door (to where?). A solid wood wardrobe and chestof drawers were featured against another wall. A smooth tile floorstretched from wall to wall. Anxious to get his bearings, he sprang from the bed and raced to thewindow. Flinging the drapes aside, he was greeted by a scene straight outof a Maxfield Parrish painting. A beautiful green lawn separated thehouse(?) from a large garden in full bloom. Beyond the garden stretched. I finished that statement with, "I think that will be better than trying to motorcade that far," I said.I would like the honor guard to meet the C17 when it lands at the base."Vicky and I will land at Morton Tuesday morning and will change, then fly to Dover with our honor guard. From there, we go to Lancaster to transfer to the funeral home hearse," I said."Ching Lee, the service needs to be on Wednesday if it can be done. Work with the family, the pastor, the funeral home and let me know as. She warmed a bottle of lube and tucked a vibrator under her pillow.Even though she tingled with anticipation the morning through, she was also just a little apprehensive. It had been a long time since any man had taken her ass, and she’d certainly never had one as big as her nephew there. She trusted him not to let his enthusiasm get the best of him, but she really hoped she could handle it long enough for him to come in her ass.When he called to say that he was about a quarter of an hour.