I slowly started caressing all over her back and whenever I touched her wounds she would slightly arch back and let out a small moan.. as I noticed af...ter few mins.she had closed her eyes and started enjoying my warm hands all over her back..I then asked her to lift her arm upwards to see a wound which was stretching from side of her body to her armpit.. she did it hesistantly but I knew that she had already become hot with my gentle caressing.. due to the cramping space my dick was already. It was one of the best meals I have ever had, too! Milk for the kids, this divine cake... and I know you didn't cook the ham or this cake on this little stove, Ben," Beth said, throwing a stern look my way.I poured refills of coffee for us adults, and asked the kids if they wanted more milk. They nodded. I poured the rest of my milk supply in their glasses and set the now empty container to the side."I refuse to divulge my secrets. No chef would willingly compromise his cooking secrets," I told. "Call me Sheriff Tom," he said, then added: "I'm going inside to start my report, so why don't you hurry over to Brandi's Bras & Things, and get those funbags of yours properly concealed."Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, watching them shimmy. "Yes, they are kind of fun sometimes."After the sheriff went into his office, Tara passed the real estate office and kept walking up the. Letting the day melt away as I shed uncomfortable high heels and restrictive clothing allowing my skin to breathe. The room fills with smoke. As I begin to relax, I turn the hot water on. There are various different candles placed throughout the room. Slowly, methodically, I light each one. The smell of vanilla, lavender and sandalwood mix with the earthy smell of weed. Steam billows from the hot water now cascading from the showerhead. The sudden clash of hot steam and cooled air wrestles.