She says her slip is still smelly, as his sperm, her pussy juices leaked out of cunny all day.Second session scenario, on my orders: At her back on be...d, she holds her legs high.Her hands behind her knees, pulled back and up, so her ass is as available, as tight.Her legs high and wide, so her virgin pussy will open up, as any slutty sub should be .Sexy smelly slip stuffed in Sanne's upper orifice for punile or penile aweful abuse.Wooden spoon from the kitchen to paint patterns of red to purple. The two didn’t fail to notice him holding her hand still, and the content smile on her face as she slept. Pappaw walked up to his grandsons hospital bed and leaned in to hug him. Otis was his life. All he had left now. As he started to cry, he didn’t feel shame for his tears. He knew that without him, without his grandson, he wouldn’t live longer than a few months. A man could survive along time, but not when his reason for living was gone. No words were needed between the two. Otis hugged his. I suggested that we play a new game kind of like poker but I would deal the girls 5 cards and then deal Jim and me 5 cards we would play it like 5 card stud. Then the high had girl goes with the hight card guy and "make out" for a set amount of time. The girls said it sounded like fun.Both girls wanted to go to the bathroom to "freshen up" leaving Jim and I at the table waiting. While we waited I stacked the deck giving Jim and Connie winning hands and Marilee and me losing hands. The way. The painting went up in the dining area with no trouble. The heavy mirror was another matter. It needed an anchor, which Teresa didn't have. I recalled a few in our toolbox and was gone in a flash. When I returned there was incense and soft music playing. Teresa was dancing, swaying with the music. All I could do was watch. Eventually Teresa noticed that I had returned and giggled to herself again. I couldn't fathom what was so funny, but looking back it may have been my hard cock straining to.