I guess most of the girls must have heard the gunshots and ran.Her warmth soothed my aching acorns and soon I too was taken to heaven.One of the guys put a hand out to help me wife get up and I took it.I mom laughed and said, That’s my secret sweetheart.I then stood up, faced the hole and did the granny same again.I know, dumbass.She got some more on her fingertips and glossed Christine's lips with it.Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending Grandma stream, until finally Anthony stepped back old releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle's gullet.Morgana said her voice growing stronger as I felt her power, good I thought.Let’s get this ball rolling.My cheeks burned with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration. The more Wendy focuses on keeping herself fit wife and looking good the more attention she has been receiving from young men especially. Wendy mom has settled into a routine where she has a shower each morning, making sure that she is clean shaven and welcoming for any chance encounters that might present themselves. Wendy has developed a granny wish list on a website where her admirers can send her gifts. It is a thrill for her, being the object of their desire. Grandma Wearing the clothes they buy her, using the toys they send.Most mornings Wendy spent a short time exploring her inner slut. It was when her husband left on business that she could really let the shackles off. Getting fully into character her routine was the enabler, washing off the well behaved wife and preparing the lithe body of a slut wife. It was one such morning, with her husband already away on business that a number of packages arrived for Wendy. She placed the unopened packages on her bed and went to the en-suite to take a shower. Wendy took her time enjoying the way the water played over her ripe breasts, the silky smoothness of a new shower gel she was using. Her hands glided easily over her frame, as did the old razor.