My mind flooded with emotion as I realized how much I wanted this to go on. I would do anything for this man,“How about next time we get a motel roo... and you let me see your face when you cum on my cock?” he asked.My eyes flew open wide as his question hit home, I found my eyes focused on the ceiling of my bedroom as I realized that while realistic I had just dreamed what had just happened. My pussy was soaked and I realized that I had orgasmed in my dream.As I tried to focus I heard my cell. As he rimmed me pulled my cock and balls out through the torn panties and began to wank me quite roughly, pulling at my balls as his tongue explored my hole, After a few minutes he sat on the sofa and pulled me towards him and astride his lap facing him, slowly i rubbed some lube up and down the length of his cock and as i did so i began to lower myself onto his thick shaft, inch by painful inch my tight hole gradually took his cock deep inside, after a few minutes of gentle persuasion i was. And Sasha promptly waggled a finger in my face, warning, “Don’t you even think about it, buster.”Still, Sasha adored BJ, and her whole attitude toward him was in STARK contrast to my first memories of her talking about raising a baby. Back in college, when Paige had first needed a babysitter, Sasha’s opinion was: ‘I get the cute factor, but one moment of bliss after hours of hair-pulling? No thanks.’ She understood that having kids meant putting someone else’s needs first, before her own, and. "Is that some kind of men's magazine?" I think so." Miranda said. "But even if it is, it doesn't matter." But honey..." Daddy, we talked about this. A lot of modeling is figure work. Much of that is either bikini or nude. I do zumba and jazzercise regularly. My stomach is flat and my legs are killer. I've worked really hard to keep my body in shape and I don't have a problem with people admiring it." I know I promised not to bug you about that." Gerald had a hard time saying 'no' to his.