They made small talk for the remainder of the ride. Both Kim and Ursula were in the kitchen when they got there, hugs and peck kisses all around, both of the girls were clad in shorts and tee shirts, the fact that they were braless was evident (well at least in Ursula’s case), Tina was a little surprised at the casualness but refrained from commenting. Kim suggested that she might want a bath after traveling all day. Tina said she did, Kim asked Ryan to show her to the guest room. He carried her suitcases and put them on the bed then showed her to the bathroom , he started the water running to fill the huge tub. “Gosh, I believe I could swim in this,” Tina commented. “Try the Jacuzzi jets Gram, they’re great on stiff muscles.” He got a fluffy white bath sheet and a loofah sponge, “Enjoy,” he said as he left. She asian did, enjoy that is, she’d petite never been in a Jacuzzi tub, she could get used to it and she could afford it, she might just to have one installed. She’d positioned herself to get a shoulder massage, rolled onto one side for her back then the other side for the rest of her back, she even presented, she’d never had a butt massage, again, she could get used to it, then her legs and thighs, it got a little too close, she thought, naughty girl, she’d never gotten a massage there either, it had reared it’s little pearl tip in appreciation of it’s bath, it was now nudged through her labia, all she could think was “Down Girl,” then she thought, Oh Lord, I’m seventy-one years old, what am I doing, she’d pray on it tonight. She dried with the big fluffy bath sheet, opened her suitcase, took out and put on her brassiere and her cotton panties then sat at the vanity to brush her hair. She applied antiperspirant and dabbed on a little cologne, then a light lipstick, she stood, she approved, she put on a white sun dress and a white blouse adorned with blue sun flowers, she stepped into a white pair of mules and opened the bedroom door. She was hungry, peanuts on the flight didn’t go far, her mouth watered, a beautiful roast of beef, brown and crisp on the outside, a band of perfect medium rare and a rare center, it was accompanied brown and luscious Hasselback potatoes and a summer squash medley, there was also a bottle of Zinfandel breathing on the sideboard, Ryan directed her to her seat and pulled out her chair. “Gosh Gram, you’re beautiful, I love the dress,” he told her. “Thank you Ryan though I feel a bit overdressed for this occasion,” she eyed her daughter. “I’m sorry Mom, I should have told you, here we opt for a casual approach.” “I’ll say,” Tina commented, a little anal haughtily perhaps. Both of the girls had removed their shorts, here at the table they were barefooted wearing only tee shirts and panties. Their appearance didn’t at all detract from the meal, it was absolutely delectable and the Zinfandel, she thought of Zinfandel as pink, this was a deep red and a perfect compliment for the beef. When she commented that she thought of Zinfandel as a pink wine and too sweet for her taste, Ryan educated her. “Gram, both come from the same grape, the grapes used to make Pink Zinfandel are peeled, the grapes to make this are not.” Dessert was pecan tarts served with a Malmsey Madeira, coffee was offered but no one was interested, the wine was the perfect compliment for the tart. They sat around the table, each took a second glass of the Madeira, the conversation pleasant as they caught up on family and friends. Finally Tina said, “It’s been a long day and I find travel tiring, if you don’t mind I think the bed is calling.” Everyone gave her a good night peck and a hug. Once she’d gone to the bedroom Kim asked, “What’s the arrangement for tonight?” “I thought you might like company, would you mind?” Ryan asked. “Your room or mine?” Was all she wanted to know. “Yours, did you stock up on some lubricants?” “You know I did, so did Ursula, no way that pole of yours goes in without greasing the chute,” they all had a little chuckle. The three of them traipsed up the staircase. “Tina had undressed, hung her dress up like the fastidious person she was, taken off her brassiere and donned her nightgown, she slept in her panties, perish the teen thought but there could a fire, she japanese couldn’t be caught bare bottomed. She turned back the covers, the linens were crisp but wonderfully soft, the sheets were 5000 thread count Egyptian cotton, soft as a cloud. “Why won’t they be using condoms?” I ask hesitantly. On Paloma touching me. I kissed her harder, concentrating on her finger. “I know that all you think about every day is mentally undressing all the girls in class,” she whispered, taking amusement in her stupid joke. She lifted off me and my failure of cock slipped out her gorgeous pussy with a messy slurp and I got to see her obsidian slit was tainted with my pearl white slime. And this was how it was for her as she lost track of everything. I felt him wipe his fingers on teen my leg and then he rolled on top of me. He was stiff, and pushed his cock into me without any feeling whatsoever. I’ve had a few days now that seem like a lifetime. Before leaving he reminded me that I still had to shower at 8 am in the boy’s shower on the first floor. Still, I was never one to be gracious in victory; kicking ‘em while they’re down is always fun. The place she had come to was a grove of trees with a wooden home built into the branches. A part of him felt guilty. His reflection back to the fun on the rides got her smiling and laughing again and before long he anal pulled back into the truck stop and said, "Will you walk Ol'Jack while I hook up the trailer again I can park the tracker trailer at the hotel." That feels wonderful. Before she petite even realized it, she’d started to softly sob. Kim started to asian cry. We both did well and earned a lot of money before college finished and we were supposed to start looking for a job. I screamed in pain. “Oh wow!” she gasped. I have little patience for time wasting. She’s incredibly smart, as all sorcerers are, but has virtually no outlets for this intelligence. “This is most troubling,” Eyota said, pondering the situation. Her bottom was japanese now moving on my lap when I caressed her pussy. He loves you so much. I began to take him down to his balls as I stroked myself.