After that, some sort of different economy other than annual property taxes would likely kick in. Another problem to figure out later.Now with some mi...nimal operating funds, I gave Garry most of it and he and I worked out an official shopping list for the police department. The four village police cars were late model and had gasoline engines, and each was likely to become a block of useless plastic and steel after next month. For daily intra-village use, we decided that human-powered mountain. “Yeah? What do you like better, my pussy grinding on your back or his dick in your ass”, again John could only moan “Hmm? How bout now” she said and jammed two fingers in John's ass around my cock. Another, louder moan.“Mmm you like that better, I can tell” said Jess, “Ok, well i'd like to change it up a little” she said, and pivoted round till her pelvis lay on John’s tailbone and her face lay against his shoulder, half kissing and half biting his neck. I responded by switching from John's. I have always been attracted towards my MIL. I used to pass on comments to her and she used to reciprocate. I used to touch her and even sometime smacked her ass which she seem to enjoy. She is a lecturer and usually wears jeans and top on college. And she has maintained her figure. And she has a friend named Ananya who is her age. She looks good and has a big around ass like my MIL. Her husband divorced her couple of years ago and took custody of their only child and now she is all alone. She. “Hey, Slutty,” I yelled as she passed my door on her way to her room. I had called her that since I was ten and she was twelve. She came and stood in the doorway, posing, hand on raised hip, her model pose, one foot before the other, the look disdainful, the nipples and sex lips clearly defined. “What do you want, nerd?” she asked with a smile. Sometimes she called me jerko or dope or flake or something, but nerd was her favorite except when she wanted me to drive her somewhere. “Got something.