It’s great, you’re great at it, and let’s face it, I’m good at it.But before I do I’m going to have another go on a leg spreader.If my math is correct, this will be 6,000 bottles of wine, granny John tells me. I’ll also get Bobby and Sammy involved as well.I don’t understand what is happening to me as Phil and Bobby fold my legs back onto my chest before spreading them and securing cuffs around my ankles.he said closing Lesbian his eyes Should we get dressed before going to bed?I growled.What!?He was a fairly handsome, twenty-eight year old white man with short black hair and a killer smile.Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a knot inside her.I’m going to call them next after we hang up.Gathering her nerve, she closed the distance and reached out with Fucking Machines a tentative hand to stroke the animal’s glossy black flank.I was almost home.You all are witnesses, Margaretta said softly as she turned to hunch over the control panel.Harriet felt the tingling begin softly in her wrists and ankles. Too easy! And then she played.Boy could she play. And sing too. She didn’t have any notes or anything granny in front of her. She just played and sung. It was really really good. Her Lesbian voice was so perfect; slightly deep and husky and very very sexy and perfect for belting out power ballads and giving me goose bumps all over.She then moved on to a string of motown classics. I recognised them all, even Fucking Machines if I couldn’t name them. When she played and sung Stevie Wonder songs she made them her own. It was magical. She has a gift.It was getting late.