I eagerly followed and sat in the chair next to the bed.She sat on the end of the bed as he walked up in front of her. She reached out and began to st...oke his large black cock with both hands. He was so thick around she could not touch her thumb and fingers together as she wrapped them around his pole and slowly stroked. As precum began to flow from the head of his cock, she leaned down and took him in her mouth. His black cock began to glisten as she tried to take more and more into her sweet. I’m smiling as I write that because I’m being flip. I hope if your a pretty girl you get a grin to. I’m a married 35 year old guy. Married my college sweetheart and we’ve been ‘living the dream’ for over a decade. We have 2 beautiful kids that I’m madly in love with. I may not be a good husband but I know first hand what a bad father is. I like to think that I’m a good dad. I’m not so clueless that I don’t recognize that being a great father also means being a great husband, its one of the. Dad looked a little worn, and Rick was well-rested.Mom and I shared a smile. Scott didn't count. The men in our lives had been taken care of, and now we were being social and pretending as if none of this had happened.Rick and I did study at the dining room table after dinner, which turned out to be a good thing as one of the town gossips dropped by. Whatever she was hoping to find wasn't there. Rick and I were properly chaperoned, Scott was in his room with the door open, doing homework, Dad. The sexy sway that only a woman wearing heels can achieve. She hums appreciatively under her breath, bites her lip when her imagination wanders for a moment. She grins and gives herself a mental shake. She tells herself that there’s no need to be self-conscious – she’s smart, can hold her own in a conversation, is apparently not bad to look at. She can be confident without needing to fake it. Just one woman wanting to enjoy the company of another. A casual conversation over drinks. You reach.