"Well, if you're really ok, I think I'll go off to bed, it's been an exciting day, thank you so much, daddy, I know you didn't really want all those p...ople here, but it was lovely, and I really enjoyed it" she said, and lifted onto tip toes to brush her lips across my cheeks, then dashed from the room.For some reason the heat of her lips stayed with me long after she'd gone, a discomforting reminder of the feelings I'd experienced that day. Heck, she'd kissed me before and I'd never reacted. The trimmers are in the shed.”Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and strolled away, down the garden path, high heels clicking and skirt swaying. The image of her beautiful calves, sheathed in delicate grey nylon, burned on my brain as I went in search of the tools. I hadn’t trimmed a hedge in many years (our own property is surrounded by fencing) and was of course expecting to find a petrol or at least an electric trimmer. But no, there was only a pair of well worn, rusty. Compared to Tom, Tia was so soft. Her small waist, her thighs, her seemingly endless breasts, nothing but supple skin and gorgeous flesh. Her hands were small and soft where Tom’s were big and rough. My husband pawed at my tits in wild passion, Tia caressed and massaged them, playfully tweaking my stiff nipples and twirling her fingers around my aureoles. I felt so relaxed and in sexual bliss. Tom brought me to violent and sudden climaxes. Tia made me want to sink into bed and float away in. They kissed and thrashed about and Jax stroked her thighs and pussy with one hand while using the other to expose and fondle Isabella’s breasts by pulling down the top of her dress. She then knelt between Isabella’s legs and pushed the dress up completely. As she started to unbuckle her trousers, she turned once more, as Jax the narrator, to the audience. ‘At this point, of course, Jacquemo is about to consummate the seduction of the young Amelia. Now, as Jax, I do not have the required male.