The server’s eyes bulged a little, realizing that Mollie planned to eat all 4 burgers herself. Misty ordered a garden salad with a diet Sprite. The afternoon ended with ice cream and extremely intimate kisses and not so innocent fumbling that embarrassed everyone except the two lovers. Several times Mollie reached under her own skirt as well as Misty’s, feeling and marveling at how smooth both their pussies were now! Mollie was japanese truly reveling in her femininity for the first time in her life! The drive home in Misty’s still new Genesis G70 was quiet and reflective. Once again they were met in the apartment by Roo. Misty squatted, patting and petting her dog, whose tail was wagging so fast that it almost blurred. She grabbed his leash and the pair took him for a walk to the nearby park. Misty slipped him from his leash, and for the next twenty minutes Roo got rid of his excess energy. With her dog taken care of, Misty suggested takeout. Mollie pulled out her cellphone and called a ‘Skip the dishes’ service, and by the time they reached the apartment and were sipping a Californian Chardonnay, a courier was buzzing from the lobby. Later, the TV in the bedroom was totally ignored. Misty made love to Mollie. She enjoyed the new softness and look that had emerged in Mollie after her dowdiness had been stripped teen away. Neither was Mollie passive. She was passionate and her responses loving, giving and intense. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Misty cracked open her eyelids to discover a hazy Amarillo Monday morning. She held her lover close, pretending to be asleep, listening to Mollie, who was mumbling in her dreams. It was 6:30AM. After a bit, she moved slowly, pulling herself from her lover’s arms, and padded naked to the kitchen. She started preparing herself a cup of coffee, but the apartment’s coffee machine needed an engineering degree to understand. She’d managed to pop a pod into the contraption and press a button and listened to the thing begin its journey to heaven knows where. As she leaned over the counter watching the coffee machine on its mission, Roo slunk up behind her. His tongue curled into her puffy folds and Misty rolled her head on her fetish shoulders, loving the way her dog noisily and lovingly kissed her good morning. Misty poured creamer to her coffee while Roo was busily and diligently licking between her thighs when Mollie stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Misty, with the island between herself and Mollie, subtly pushed Roo back with her foot. She smiled. “Coffee, Honey?” she asked rather breathlessly, since her pussy was tingling. Breakfast was toast, eaten naked in the kitchen, after Mollie took control of the complicated BDSM coffee maker, explaining what the different buttons did to the pods. Luckily Misty had mastered the toaster. Using Misty’s peculiar unscented asian shampoo and conditioner, they showered together. “You, girl.” Girard commanded, as soon as they were safe inside and away from spying eyes. It had just been an observation that she was wearing a basketball jersey. I said at breakfast. I rose, grinning. We kissed again, this time slower with more feeling. Lying across her lap, straddling fetish her angled leg, chest on the bed behind her, the girl wriggled under her touch. “Because it’s a dangerous fucking truth, Angela, and I don’t feel japanese like putting my gladiator-mother in any more danger than she needs to be!” Justina snapped, then took another deep breath, grabbed the door knob, and opened it. “I swear, I am as defenseless as you,” Ronja responded. Will you accept your punishment with grace and honor? Ryan got teen up, went to the bathroom, washed his cock, came back BDSM and retrieved a gift wrapped parcel from the closet asian then sat down to watch. She came back up, eye to eye with me. She turned around, giving him a sight of her gorgeous ass.