He was not holdingthe hooked end at all. The other end was curiously pointed like a . . . a spit!And suddenly she realised how wet she was between her...legs. "Oh no!" Don't! I'm not bait! I'm a girl! You can't do this tome!" Ignoring her protests he held her still and pushed gently. The pointed endslid easily between the wet lips of her vulva and into her cunt. "Please don't! Please!" This was not supposed to happen. All shehad wanted was a quite afternoon resting in the sun on the beach, and. The remainder of the afternoon was spent with spade in hand, moving things around and planting what we'd bought.When alone, I used the laptop to double-check the tracking system. It provided a complete breakdown of the car's journey, confirming its operation to my complete satisfaction.Vanessa cooked up a reasonable curry and I tolerated watching the X-Factor to pass away the evening. My wife's phone remained thankfully silent, her lover obviously having other things to do or perhaps he had. More

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