But the Snake Lady had generously slicked its huge head down with the Vaseline knowing it would take that and all she could muster to get the damne...d dildo in my wife’s pussy. The Snake Lady appeared to be awaiting the effects of the stuff in the balloon as my wife began to breathe a bit heavier and her body seemed to churn with some strange desire. The Snake Lady now grabbed her legs and raised them up, putting her feet onto the edge of the bed, and scooted my wife’s little ass nearly. . if he could have gotten past her being a woman. Mother Nature would have looked a lot like Janis. But without the funky reading glasses and shapely legs."Both." I told her.She pushed back from the desk and sat up straighter. "What's the problem?"I glanced over at Evan. "It's your call." If it was only me being exposed here I wouldn't care." The problem we discussed before?" he discreetly inquired."We've worked most of that out on our own." Wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it?" he. They was all there, Frenchies, Portugeezers, Spanish, two hundred came from Paris specially and Mr Cook brought a party of seventy five from Catsthorpe on Mire on a club thirteen- twenty one trip that couldn't land at Majorca's west pier because of the weather, and a bloke and his thee wives came from Huddersfield, in addition to the angry mob of locals what didn't like being woke at half past five in the morning by someone playing Blaydon Races badly in the wrong key.Jerry gave the valve a. " Well, you didn't talk all day. What else did you do, anything exciting?" Aunt Anita asked."Mostly swimming and sunning myself ... but it was somewhat interesting," Sandy replied."The pool guy showed up?" No, better than that." Sexy?" For me, yes. For you ... well, maybe." Are you going to tell me, or do I have to keep guessing." No, I'll tell you, if you want to hear it, that is." Of course. I love to hear you talk about stuff. Reminds me of when I was your age." Well I hope you don't think.