Chuck wasnever dressed when Sam walked in and out again.Sam also took his lunch at the all night diner across the street whileChuck always took his lu...nch at his station. Actually, Chuck most oftenate his lunch sitting in Betsie Wetsie's high chair while wearing one ofseveral outfits of Betsie's or Shirley's that Chuck liked. Most of allChuck liked the thick diaper and those cute little plastic pants he'dwear while eating. Even Betsie Wetsie's baby bottle worked well forChuck's little lunch time. We lay like that for two or three minutes, companionably close and sharing the wondrous sensation of having been thoroughly, completely, earth-movingly lesbo-fucked. Finally, and with evident regret, Ms Brewster said we would have to call time for today, as she had a charity fund-raising dinner to attend in the evening, and needed to drive home, shower and change into an evening dress beforehand. She produced from her filing cabinet (which I soon came to call the ‘fucking cabinet’) two. It was the last mission. We had no trace, no visual, radio, or thermal signature. You had vanished," Sheila said as she clicked the video to life.A ground-level view taken by the rescue party replaced the aerial images from the drone as the rescue party's camera followed the snow-trail to the entrance of our mine shaft. The camera paid special attention to downed saplings and the resulting snow shield."Alice, quite ingenious. What made you think of it?" Sheila inquired."Not my idea. It was. " Hmmm... hmmm...", Jennifer moaned around the hardening dick, letting her son know she was ready for it.As if stuck with a knife, Mark screamed out. His mother had stuck her thumb all the way up his ass in one plunge and Jennifer opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as far as possible as she jerked her son to orgasm. She fingered his butt and pumped his cock as long ropes of white cum blasted into her mouth and across her tongue. Cumming as he'd never come before, he offloaded the juice.