Totally in control but always tender no matter what. That was something Maggie really loved about her. No matter what, even when she was mad, her kind...ess and her big heart would show through.They had countless fights. But still, she never stopped showing her that she loved her.She thought about what it would be like to just stop what she was doing now and fall onto her knees and completely worship the blonde goddess that she had been keeping firmly pinned to the wall. But she quickly shook. “Hey, save that cum swapping shit for your own house,” piped up George. “We run a clean, upstanding establishment here.”“No worries,” replied Dad, looking me in the eye while wiping my fluid off on his thigh. Then, in a clear voice he announced, “It’s great to know that I have a son who can still dump a huge load even after fucking his hot wife until the wee hours of the morning. Makes a father proud! Not like some guy’s children who can’t even get it up.”“I only have daughters, Bob,”. For my neighbours’ security I had a duty to respond. Now I was being asked for my opinion on the brevity — or not — of hemlines. I was on the wrong foot, off-balance and struggling. The fact she was supremely good-looking and, in my opinion, superbly put together wasn’t helping much either. As eye-catching as that hemline was my immediate answer had to be yes, the skirt was too short for decency. It barely came down to the undercurve of her buttocks. It wasn’t suitable for public consumption.. He said: “Let me see Bonnie.”I asked Mark to pull the car over to some place we could talk for a few minutes. When he did I said: “Well after I put the thong on I saw my pubic hair sticking out all around it so I didn’t wear it. I wore these.”I lifted my skirt up and showed Mark my stockings, garter belt and my panties. I held the skirt up and just let him look. He moved his hand over the tops of my thighs sending chills down my spine. He then said: “Open your legs.”I did and Mark slid his hand.