Content, Angie again closed her eyes as she lay there all splayed out when the buzzer resonated through her ears. The dryer’s buzzer echoed through the kitchen, startling Angie, indicating Christopher’s shirt to be done. XNXX Angie, a stoic Catholic, couldn’t bring herself to leave him. “Not again”, he thought, he had been trying to fight back the pain from the loss of his wife Maria. An alcohol induced road rage sent a drunk driver careening over the median strip impacting Bartholomew as he crossed the street, killing him instantly. She grabbed the top of the machine with both hands as she arched her back stretching like a cat indulging the warmth to embrace her. Angie gasped as she tightened her hold when ever Christopher would trace its outline with his tongue and lightly nibble on her eraser formed teat. Christopher picked Angie up by the midriff and sat her on the dryer. His pace slowed as his man-hood swelled to the brink of pain. The jaw dropping vision before him of Angie’s one piece garter/stockings exposing ellipses of skin on her inner and outer thigh separated by lace lowered him to his knees. Naturally, Jack could never remember the altercations and vehemently denied his actions when confronted.
