She has a boyfriend—perhaps a fiancé—and it isn't you. Why are we—and they—here?" He asked. Mr. Clinton was a man of deep convictions and had...loosened some of his hold on his daughter to let her participate in our dating group, as he continued to refer to it. I'd always found him to be fair and usually willing to listen to reason, at least eventually. I wanted to phrase this correctly and saw Cassie and Josh step up behind her father. She smiled at me and nodded."Mr. Clinton, Cassie won't be. That is so bloody big.That is stretching my pussy.I can't even feel my husbands cock when he is making love to me.Not that he ever wants to anymore'.'Well he is missing out.You are one horny fuck'.'Well thats because you are pleasuring me in all the right ways.My husband could learn a thing or two'.I began to thrust in and out of her pussy building up a steady rhythm.She began to scream ever louder and i was worried about what the neighbours would say.'Sod the neighbours.It's my house.If i want. You're just upset. I know you're trying. You really did well today with Garas and the other slaves." I wasn't so sure, as quiet as you were." I was more upset with Marisa than you, love. That's why I didn't care for having to punish you as I did."Amanda squeezed Sirinna a little bit to show that she understood. She knew Sirinna was doing what she had to do.Amanda let out a long sigh and enjoyed the warm softness of Sirinna's body for a few moments before speaking again. "Can I ask you. At the age of 50.Days after my 50th birthday, and my second divorce, in fact.My name is Connor O'Hara. And I'm a pantyboy.Actually a pantyman, I guess, but let's not split hairs.I suppose you're thinking that I was one of those guys who secretlywhacked off to "Panty Boy" magazine's delicious, young lovelies. No. Inever saw Panty Boy until much later in life.And I never wore my wife's lingerie whenever she was out. Never reallyconsidered it.Was I caught in my frillies by my wife one time and.