When I'm done, she twirls around and asks me what I think. "You are gorgeous!" I tell her, taking her hands. "A vision of loveliness." The dress look... like it can barely contain her luscious tits, and they bounce noticeably as she moves. "Thank you for doing this, Mr. D." She smiles, kissing my cheek. We have a leisurely dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place that a New Yorker friend of Connie's told her about. It lives up to its recommendation and I try to focus on the. Who am I kidding? If I'd been born as a puppy, I would've been the runtof the runts of twenty litters of puppies. I was five foot three andhad disgusting dog-poop colored hair with more cow licks than spidershave legs. My eyes were the color of leftover bananas that had beenexposed to the air too long. I was uncoordinated, ungainly, uncultured,unimpressive, and overall, uninteresting. Whereas, Talyn... Wow, shewas like the first taste of a chocolate cake, or as fresh as water frommelted. The girls? Yes, that was reasonable to expect, at least for Ellen, for they were strict enough to insist she stay home most of the time. And what would Ellen be doing? Studying or watching TV or -- his heart dropped -- looking at that dirty film again.He would, tomorrow, return the projector to his office; cutting off Ellen's source of the obscene films might not be possible, but cutting off the projector was. Only Roger's forgetfulness had allowed it to remain home as long as it had after he. Her clothes sticking to her body, revealing her physical beauties gave me 90 degree hard on. She was busy managing her wet hairs. I was just constantly staring at her boobs and at times catching a glimpse of her ass. I was getting out of control. Her big boobs, partially visible under the wet shirt, were moving up and down with her each breath.I went to her and hugged her from behind. She did not resist as it was not the first time I was hugging her this way, but my hard cock pushing against.