Someone could follow behind and make british a book out of ‘em.I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE……PABLO DIABLO.Yeah, and they weren’t wrong, Dave snorted.Dude, just enjoy, I commanded him, a small MILF prickle tingling my thoughts.She said to european her dad you are going to like this.This Saturday.Is it possible to sneak past the toll station?I actually think he is as excited about this encounter as I am.After dinner we went mature home and went to bed.Well, that is good.Like this, stockings she could not breathe at all.He was groping his own daughter. I could also vaguely taste something like rum and over all of it was the taste of Coca Cola. stockings Wow! I said as I got my breath british back. So that’s a Long Island Iced Tea. I smiled at Shelly and said, I may have found a new favorite drink. We’ll have to order those first next time we come MILF here, she replied.I just closed my mouth over the straw and sucked in another mature mouthful of my drink. Then a loud moan from on stage, followed immediately by an even louder bell caught my attention. When I looked up, the last Mistress was thrashing on the divan with her legs wrapped around the sissy’s head. There were still eleven seconds left on the clock. It looks like slut-slave wendy has won the right for release and relief, the Head Mistress announced loudly. She clapped her hands and the twelve women left the stage. I noticed that Margi, who had been number eleven, wasn’t walking very straight as she came back to the table. She sat down without putting her pants back on and downed about european half of her tea. That sissy has been well-trained, she said firmly before taking another huge gulp of the drink.Meanwhile, the stagehands were wheeling what looked like a portion of a huge barrel onto the stage.