Jasmine’s eyes would glisten a bit as a sad smile crossed her lips. While I felt sorry for her, I reveled in my father-daughter time. I knew it woul...n’t last, though I would work to make it last as long as possible.It was when Isobet turned nine that things began to slowly change. Granny visited more often, and spent most of her time with Isobet, sometimes with Jasmine, sometimes not. When Jasmine was there, she was frantically writing things in her book, as if she was on a deadline.One. Its very distracting , having one of her bountiful boots nearly poppingout of her great dress but i can feel the heat coming from her ample bum anddare i sat it , wetness from her pussy. I think she is turned on by what isgoing to happen? I am hoping this endsthe best possible way , we shall see. "Get the Private Dancer in !" Halina squeals with glee. Over the loud speaker, some corny music plays and in comes a scantilyclad older woman. She wearing a white corset and the. ”As the pair reached his car, Mike popped the trunk to put his trumpet case and music in the back. Closing the trunk, he noticed that Melody had climbed into the back seat of the car, leaving the door open. He walked over to investigate, only to be grabbed by his shirt collar and pulled on top of her, the car door magically closing behind them. Kissing him with passion, Melody had no intentions of letting him out of this one; she needed him, and she needed him now.In-between kisses, Mike. They are waiting to give you a little surprise.” She went to her knees before me and somehow managed to slip Jolly Roger all-the-way in, without a pause. How could she do that? Not complaining, mind you, but this was completely outside my experience.She took her mouth off for a minute to explain. “It only takes a little practice, Gramps. The boys we trained on weren’t as big as you and couldn’t last as long as you do, but they helped us overcome the gag reflex that limits most women.” Then she.