I can't for a second imagine my daughter being up for that if she'd read my work. So it must be Sam but what does she want. Is it her number ? I had...to wait 2 nights until my daughter left her phone on charge in the kitchen and went to bed. I descended and looked up Sam's number. No need to check, the number in my story was etched on my mind, it was different. Weird but now my mind's racing. Nothing as simple as just being rumbled and if whoever left my number read my stories ...... could. I got myself out from under the wife before I was drowned in sexual juices but before the husband had even pulled his cock out of her pussy she and I were making out as she enjoyed the taste of her and her husband.I was pretty keen to start fucking her but the wife had something else in mind. While the husband grabbed a towel and cleaned up a little bit, the wife moved south and starting giving my cock some serious attention. When the husband returned from the bathroom the wife told him that. * Angel dialed Lena's number. It barely rang before she picked it up. "So whacha want this time?" "Something happened, and I wonder if you had anything to do with it." Shethought a second, then blurted "I didn't mean it like that! I justmean..." "I know what you mean. And yes, what you were just thinking about probablyis a result of what we did. My guess would be that when you made thatimage of yourself as a girl, she was the kind of girl that would call herfather 'daddy' like that. You'll. Black hair and blue eyes. Full firm lips. Sicilian.He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.'This guy looks like he just stepped off Ellis Island,' Braxton thought. Refractory-period over, his cock started to fill with blood. It was always a real treat when Marco showed up.Braxton squirmed his way around Marco and headed for the kitchen.For nine months now, Braxton and Marco had their routine: While Janet was working at the.