“Don’t be so lame.”
Turning my attention first to my wife, I ran my fingertips gently up her flat stomach, then around the beautiful globes of her tits. Xxx vedio “Did you – my God, Mike, have you?”
I smiled wickedly and beckoned to Lucy, who skipped lightly to the side of the bed, and leaned over, offering me a fabulous view of her pert young breasts. I handed them each a glass, and we all took a sip. And they’re usually wrong. I guess we should start with the biographical details, what Salinger called “that David Copperfield kind of crap”. “Your mommy might want more than a show, actually,” I said slowly. Suddenly, silently, Becky stood up. No way back at all. You’re the best!” I exclaimed, pulling her close and planting a sloppy, but strictly paternal, kiss on her moist lips. “Don’t be so lame.”
Turning my attention first to my wife, I ran my fingertips gently up her flat stomach, then around the beautiful globes of her tits. They were almost identical in size and shape to her mother’s. I’m going to -”
“I know, daddy,” she sighed happily. You’re wonderful, you’re amazing, and yes, you’re damn sexy.”
She met my gaze and smiled softly. Her desk, loaded with textbooks and folders full of school work; the dresser, along with it’s scattered collection of cosmetics and strange creams; Lucy’s bed, complete with a baby-pink duvet, covered with
