Madeline interrupted my thoughts when she said, "Come on sweetums, dessert will be served upstairs in the bedroom."As I followed her sweet looking ass... up the stairs I wondered what the deal was. Our sex life was great, at least from my standpoint, and Mad did not seem any less loving or affectionate so where had I lost her? And what was the deal with trying to fuck me to death just before she went on her trips? We went from our normal twice a night, three or four nights a week to every night as. Teague, who was also a member of the town council, and that must be how the council found out about the commemorative booklet. My request for a photo of his daughter for the booklet may have distracted him, and I don't believe it occurred to him that I had not sought the approval of the council until later. I told him that Sharon's drama experience and her resourcefulness had played an important role in the success the reenactments had enjoyed. Mr. Teague proudly produced a photo of his. " I'll be here, handsome!"###"What the hell did I just do?" Candi groaned. "I just fucked my bestfriend! I practically made him do it!" she said, washing Marcus out ofher. Candi was thinking about the situation. Why was this happening? Theold man was no help, and this was definitely beyond being a dream. Candilaid around, trying to keep her mind clear. For some reason even herbody turned her on, so she did much of nothing.Finally getting hungry, she decided to get her usual. Stepping out ofthe. She never closed her eyes, but she often didn’t look as though she could see anything, except for when she finally met my gaze again, and managed a large grin while she continued to vocalize her pleasure. She screamed, I came. I slowed my thrusts, and she slowed her moans. I lowered her, and she unwrapped her legs and regained her footing on the floor. I bent my knees, leaned forward and pulled my hips back to help my dick out of her pussy and it swung back upward. I looked at her eyes. “How.