. more?" Sam-" I need to know." I don't know... It’s really not fair to try and quantify love with a number or a comparison. I love you, and I love ...er... I don't know what else to tell you." Tell me what I need to know... tell me... tell me I’m loved. Tell me I'm pretty. I'm losing my mind thinking about this whole thing." Sam… you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met. And I love you, no question about it." As if on instinct he took her hand and pulled her to him. He looked into. It wasnt all that bad. It had one of her cute short mini skirts, thigh high stockings, a nice blouse, some 2 heels and a bra. She noticed right away no undies. She didnt say a word, she just started dressing. I told her not to get dressed yet, to lay on the bed and I would be right out. I went in, go my razor, soap, and some water and came back out. I could tell she was fuming inside but she didnt speak a word. I lathered up her cunt and proceeded to shave her totally clean. She looked. His purple, mushroom-shaped knob came squeezing out from between her smooth tit mounds and slid up her breastbone, nudging into the hollow of her throat and tilting her head back.Jimmy's prick was already lathered with congealed cum from his hand-job. Now, in the warmth of his mother's cleavage, that fuckcream liquefied again, while more slimy drops oozed from his piss hole. As he fucked up and down through her cleavage, his cock was laying a slippery, glistening track all the way up to her. You don't want to scare her. Lars? What about the beautiful Bridget?" I'm being the perfect loving son. I hold her hand, kiss her whenever Dad's not around, and remark at how beautiful she still is. Sometimes she looks at me as if she knows something's up, and is waiting for me to do something. I've kind of hit a roadblock, though. I mean, you guys know how intimidating she is." Oh, yeah, Lars. I know. Look, have you thought about being open with her? A woman as beautiful as Bridget is used to.