"So Mary, I'll ask you the same things as Amy and I'll give you the same choices. Tell us what we want to know or you and your children are out of her...e with just the clothes on your back. Maybe you can earn a living at the Stinking Fish. If you lie to us or refuse to answer then that's where you'll end up." We kept some of them in the large barn, but most were sold. Don't know what happened to the money, must have buried it somewhere, but don't ask me where." She told them."You don't seem that. "I told her I only wore them when I really needed to see better. She said, "Give them to me Peter, they don't even look like they have any prescription on them." I handed them to her. She held them up to the light and said, "It doesn't change anything at all Peter. What kind of joke are you trying to pull. She held them up to hand them back to me when jerked all of a sudden. I knew she had them at the right angle to see my cock nice and hard in my pants.She shook her head then held them. I could taste the salt of his sweat. He smiled and I bent over to suck on one of his nipples. Kelly watched us while servicing each of us with her mouth.Eventually I told Kelly to stand up, and Jack and I sandwiched her and got her undressed. She stood between us, legs slightly spread apart and we peeled off her top, her bra, and then her shorts. She was wearing a tiny pair of panties, and before we stripped her of those, I turned her around to face me.I took my two of my fingers and rubbed. It’s unfortunate, because while you have a great fantasy, story, or idea, it can’t be conveyed because of the communication barrier.Does anyone really believe you have a 19” dick? Do many men actually know their wife’s measurements? Dress size? Maybe. Bra size? Possible. Weight? Never! So why do many stories start out with “she was 5’10, 38dd-26-36 and 117 pounds? Despite the fact that your story says you met at a bar earlier that day. And personally, I’m a huge fan of dirty talk. But I’ve.