She said nothing; because of her insecure nature she had no idea how beautiful she was. As I headed out I said, "You know Afaf, you are a very beautif...l girl. You should let people she the real you," and walked out.I came home with my date, a linebacker from our football team. She was studying at the kitchen table as always. I introduced her to him and then whispered to her, "I hear his cock is like 10 inches, I am going to investigate." I then left and went and got fucked. After he came on my. I grabbed that bottom and felt its warmth and texture. So beautiful, why hadn’t i thought of this before. Now i picked my face up and motor-boated her ass. With my tongue making circles around her anus. “Take that fucking shirt off or I’ll tear it. I said to her.” she didn’t respond. I repeated my order. This time with more command, she ignored. I got up spanked her ass and gave her one last warning. She turned around and smiles, biting her lower lip. I turned her torso to face me and pounced. The evening air chills my skin, yet I tremble. Had Bianca, my co-conspirator, forgotten the plan? I wouldn’t doubt it. But then I am gratified with the sound of your voice, coming closer to the back door where I wait, ‘No problem Joey… I can take out the trash for you.’ From what I know Joey is the dishwasher and normally takes out the trash, I am pleased with Bianca’s clever trick. The back door opens and you emerge carrying a trash bag, eager to rid yourself of its weight by waddling quickly. I'm forty-two; even if I were to drive home through this blizzard, and take you in a manly way in the front foyer and fuck a baby into you-" I barely registered Carla moaning a little at that moment "-it'd ... I'd be almost forty-three when our child was born. I'd be sixty-one when our son or daughter graduated high-school." That doesn't sound too bad?" Okay, how about this, when they'd be seven, full of energy and running around, you and I would be fifty – or pushing it – can you see a.