I like things with brighter colors.” I thought about her frankly dull bedroom walls.“Well, if you see something you like, there would be nothing w...ong with adding a little color to your room.”We were seated at a table by a window overlooking the veranda and on out to the lake.“We hardly do anything together—as father and daughter. We should do this more often,” I tried again.“We go to church.”“As important as it is, there is more to life than church?”“Is there?”“Cassandra, what is the problem?”. They'd been together for six years. I have no idea how they made it that long. She despised the guy, hated him from the very start. She got together with him on account of his dick. Apparently, the guy was hung like a regular horse. And he had money. The Roth family lived under a cloud of recriminations, always short of all-out violence. He never laid a hand on her. I think she would've killed him. She was an animal in bed, and out of it, too. Instead, he insulted her. He cussed her out in. I know what you are going through you need to restart your Bugatti engine.He was the “Re’my” of French kisses he had the words merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed to fit him perfectly. She was sliding her tongue against his lips. He was sexy how she loved her sugar” I Phone smelled of baked Apple” all the way up to his chinny chin of sin. She smiled and was thinking to herself she said please God have mercy lips became the new. I started a bottle of wine and jumped into the bath. I hadnt had it for so long and played with myself to orgasm in the bath thinking about the night ahead. I got out and blow dryed my hair and decided what to wear. I put on my champange coloured silky bra, suspender belt and panties. As I finished my third glass of wine I then slid on my flesh stockings and silky short yellow dress. As I then applied my make up i heard my sixteen year old son come in downstairs. He shouted up that he brought.