Park in the garage, and close it behind you -- the switch is right near the entry door to the house. That way, in case you're still here when wifey dr...ives by on the way home from the ballgame, she won't see your truck." I suspect I'll be there still, yes. I told her I'm working overtime tonight." Mmmm, working overtime on me? I like it."----- -----Scott pulled his car into Shelly's garage. Rather, Bill's garage, he corrected himself. Shelly didn't work. Bill was the breadwinner in the. ' thought Sandy as she grabbed a handful of the pantyhose around the crotch. She then made a cut down the pantyhose crotch with the scissors, allowing direct access to her pantie covered cunt.Her hand shot straight to her slit and struggled to keep quiet within the confine of the bathroom cubicle. Her panties were already damp from being horny all morning and so when Sandy pushed aside the crotch of her panties and pushed two fingers into her cunt, she was not surprised to find her cunt full of. The all-lesbian hockey team took this as an opportunity to spray each other - mostly down the front of their tabards, before the crowd joined in soaking them from head to foot, eager to see water streaming down their thighs for some reason.At the end of the village, the float pulled off the road into a lay-by to allow other traffic to pass while the driver opened up the Carnival Queen over his steering wheel, trying to ignore the soaking wet team passion in the back. Each number '6' girl. Both Master Tom and I agree that this is the type of man that you need as your daddy. I believe Sir is an excellent candidate, but the choice must be entirely up to you, Marie." Master Tom agrees. "I think You and Sir should talk. Do you want a private room?" Marie says. "Yes." But I say, "No, we need a free discussion, free of the naturally sexual tension that a private room creates." "Oh, I hadn't thought of that." Marie looks at me with a softening expression. "Why don't Master Tom and I.