Thomas Beauchamp, his daughter, Barbara Beauchamp, and his nephew, Lawrence Grimes from San Diego.Ma’am. Sirs. This is my grandmother, Catherine Wag...ner, of Seven Oaks, and her fiancé, Mr. David Combs. I may be the President of Wagner Industries, but it’s really Grandmother who’s running the show.”Catherine and David chatted only a moment before moving to an empty spot at the other table next to Nicky. While the chatter and laughter continued unabated. It warmed my heart to see everyone so. I was perplexed because I thought Craig planned something for me. I looked in my parents room and was surprised to see the bed was empty. He wasn't in there or in the living room. I guess he was out with his buddies and forgot. Typically Craig, just a jerk like I thought. I decided to get right to my room and change out of my bikini. Of course I had on a sundress over it but the oil I wore for the contest was making the dress stick to my thighs and ass. I closed the door behind me and took off. She barely seems to care that the dog is licking her – a little roll of her hips is the only sign that she’s even feeling his tongue in her groove.“Are you having fun?” Checks Jenna.Our guest turns her head, pouting for the camera, giving us the duckface, as she nods and confirms, “Oh ... It’s nice, yes...” But the way she’s reacting is still very subdued compared to our previous guests. We don’t particularly believe that she’s actually getting off on this. She’s all surface, it’s a show .... You chuckle, grab my arms and powerfully roll me off of you and onto my back. I hear your pants drop to the floor and I tense up, my whole body aching with desire. I expect to feel your weight come down on top of me, but instead you whisper huskily, "Get on your knees, my little fuck toy." I quickly, though wobbily obey, my heart in my throat. I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back into position.After what feels like a lifetime of waiting for you and only you, I feel the head of your.