Then he peered and counted and measured, proclaiming her to have twenty-five hairs that were an inch long. In actuality, he had no idea how many there...were. He just liked petting her pussy.She reminded him every three months to put more of the hair growth stuff on her. He was happy to comply.On her thirteenth birthday she actually had a nice mat of short blond hair all over her mons. None of the hairs were an inch long, though. He lied and said he'd counted seventy-five. He noticed this time. And most frustratingly still chewing on that teasing little slut mouth and showing me that naughty smirk that had landed her the job. She wanted it, she deserved it, and after two years she was gonna fucking get it. The morning it finally happened my wife had woken up early and I awoke to her soft hands rubbing the head of my dick. I turned over and moved my hand into her already wet panties sliding a finger easily into the pussy that had given me my beautiful daughter. As she disappeared. "You're wearing me out," Walt gave her a warm smile."Wouldn't it be something if you were taking me in my ass and one of us dies and you can't get out of me. Rigor mortis sets in your cock is still up me, what would the police and other people think?" I think they would be happy for us dying while fucking," he grinned."Think they'd let the newspapers in to take pictures of us and let them print them?" No doubt. We'd be famous and the girls could stand with their heads high for us dying the. It was my friend Else, she told me after hanging up, she is currently on vacation in Cap d'Agde and wanted to see each other. I invited her to join us. Hope you don't mind. In fact, I was a little disappointed, I who thought I could take some freedom with M during the stay, in particular living without clothes, which the isolation of the place allowed. You will see said to me Ms. Else is a very endearing girl pleasant and easy to get along with. The only problem is that she doesn't speak a word.