Kate must have been thinking the same thing, for when I looked at her reflection, she smiled and actually blushed.Satisfied that we looked presentable... we headed downstairs.Once at the restaurant, I pulled up to the valet stand and put the Rover in Park. A uniformed valet opened Kate's door while another was still walking toward mine. I opened it myself, stepped out of the car, and accepted the valet ticket from the young man. I walked around the front of the car and held my arm out for Kate.. Her mound rose in two fleshy halves, bare and open to my gaze, with a definite flush of arousal darkening them. The little slit between them was pink and gaping slightly. If I didn't know better, I'd have said that heavenly young cunt had just had a really good fucking from the way it looked so aroused.With a delighted giggle, she skipped sideways and disappeared. Fucking hell! That sexy little nymph was driving me crazy!Amber reached the top stair, and together she and Stacy walked down the. Montgomery glanced at her but did not keep eye contact. “Oh. Hello, Miss. Wexly.” “Why do you have to call me ‘Miss. Wexly? “ She grumbled. “It makes me feel so old. I don’t look old to you, do I?” Amber raised her shoulders which squished her large tits together in her spaghetti strap tank top. Mr. Montgumary gawked at them for a moment before blushing and turning back to the display. “No, no. I don’t think you are old, Miss…. Ahem… Amber.” He stammered. Amber moved closer, pretending to read. I think my mom talked him into it. She was always the driving force in our family.I am my parent’s first child and they named me Mick O’Dell the Fifth. The story is that my mother, Angel, told my father that she wanted me to be named Mick the Fifth and when he asked why, all she said was “Trust me”. I remember hearing that phrase a lot growing up.Mom and dad were the greatest people I could imagine, and I could imagine a lot. My father taught me how to run the farm and my mother taught me how.
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