She wanted to drink and knew that I always kept booze handy.I made sure her drinks were stronger and she was concerned about going back. But when she ...told me she can stay back today, as it was a weekend, I knew something was up as she had never offered to stay back. Looking back at the whole episode, I think I was a little fatty as she did give very obvious clues.The drinks went on and then she wanted to smoke up. She had never smoked up with me before even when I used to. And I sensed an. ”“Isobel is it now?… A serious position, Annabel?”“Yes,” I sniffed.“Well I suppose you have a lot of experience in sinful positions,” she replied before being consumed by another round of giggles.“Fuck you, Isobel.”“In good time Annabel, in good time. First, tell me what is that?”Belles was pointing at the fake emerald butt plug.“Butt plug…” I stammered.“Yours? I thought you didn’t tolerate anything bigger than a finger in your arse.”I told her what I had to do, knowing I could trust her - and. "Oh my, I didn't say did I? Three months and two days mister Colson," he said. "But, it looks like you're going to make a full recovery, given a little time of course."I could feel my mouth slowly open and close, like a fish—several times. No words came out. Not at first; then they did."Three months!" I squealed."Yes," he said. "But, as I said..." I—I—I..." Mister Colson, you're going to be fine. Please, just relax today. Tomorrow we will consider allowing a visitor or two of the several who. Encased in her warmness, Chad wanted to thrust, badly, but her legs held him captive. Christy contracted her muscles, making her pussy milk his shaft. He could feel her rippling around him and groaned. “Pound me...fuck me...Chad, I need to feel you, please!” she begged. He put her legs on his shoulders and braced his hands on the floor. Chad worked his hips in a pattern that he hoped pleased her. He wished to the stars that he would last to make her cum, too. Christy reached between them and.