Like his daughter, his hair was black, so black it looked like ink. He had green eyes and a strong, commanding presence. Katie could easily see why he... father spoke so highly of his employer. Next was Elizabeth, his wife. She was younger, so it appeared and very elegant, chic in a designer evening gown. Her hair was auburn and beautifully styled and she had lovely curves. She didn’t speak much but seemed friendly and intelligent. Katie was sure once she got to know Mrs. Browning that she would. "No, darling, it's just around the corner" he told me as we turned around and drove off. My arm was around his neck and my body was pressed against his as we drove in the night. "I love you" I whispered as we drove. "I love you too". The thought of a motel room and a bed to love him in was exciting me more and more. He turned into the first motel on the highway and parked in front of room #6. It looked clean and neat from the outside as we got out and he used the key to open the door to. " What about you?" I slipped my hand behind her neck and leaned in for the kiss.She stopped me. The sarongs were all packed and a conservative attitude had joined her conservative khakhi pants. "I'm waiting for my son; he's picking me up here."I let go. "Well, ok. I guess we'll just wait."An eternity went by - roughly five minutes. Alex and Beth went to get a cup of coffee. A car pulled up and out popped three young kids shouting "Granma!" They wrapped themselves around Barb.A man got out. His. He watched as my wife Jill slipped off her shirt and tossed it down onto the floor in front of me. She then reached back and unhooked her bra while still holding it up against her big beautiful breasts. “You want to see my breasts?” “Oh would I!” Mark replied. A few seconds later, Jill pulled her bra away from her lovely tits, exposing them to Mark. Jill’s tits are spectacular and are all natural. Mark sat there, smiling, with a huge bulge inside his pants. He liked what he saw, and Jill.