‘Like what you see Al…You white girls don’t get have one of these,’ Brooke teased. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, I’m doing just fine with my ...skinny white ass thank you very much,’ Alice retorted. The two of them laughed, and Brooke checked herself in mirror one more time and liked what she saw in the reflection. She winked at herself as she smoothed lip gloss on her full luscious lips with a finger. After that she walked to the bed to put on the sleeveless yellow sun dress she picked out for the day. The Gnome was shaking his head sadly. Karla began to move forward, closer to the edge of the pond. The Keeper spoke to her. Patrick could see the Gnome’s lips move even though he was unable to hear him speak. Karla moved back, a stricken expression on her face. Realizing that he could not escape on his own and that he was not going to receive aid, Patrick rolled over, placing his feet on the underside of the solid surface of the pond and pushed off. Diving back toward the plant, Patrick felt. She did not want to disappoint her, and it felt innocent when it was only for the girls. Plus, it would only be fun picture, nothing wrong with that. Hannah started taking off her jeans and put on her high heels. Her ass looked flawless standing in her high heels. She had a nice tan and her ass was big and round going up to her flat a skinny stomach. She took off her t-shirt. Mrs. Smith admired Hannah’s body, only dressed in her lacy, red underwear. - Ok, don’t look, said Hannah, and unclasped. How did such a fine lady end up with that miserable man? Why did she stay with him? In some ways, she reminded me of Monica. When my thinking drifted in that direction, I found myself feeling guilty. My wife had just passed and I was thinking about another woman. There was no connection. I tried to convince myself of that. I wasn’t looking for a companion, I was just trying to save a mistreated dog. Then I felt bad that I was putting my market lady in the same class as a dog. Scrambled eggs.