She panned out a bit on the view, he would be topless, of course. His broad muscular shoulders came into view and then the well defined pecks, smoot... as a baby’s butt, a hairy chest not her fantasy…and even the hardened stomach muscles, not a body builder’s six pack, but so sexy as the muscles undulated his torso back and forth with his dance. His lips smiled from the screen at her and she all but felt herself quiver out a bit of nectar from her core, she moved her hand and raised the. “Well, they did a great job. Too bad that party turned out to be less than what we anticipated. The kids were all like locust. They came, they ate, and they left. I think it may be a while before we try to hold another party like that,” I say to Sammy.“Well, the chefs are ready for your next party,” Sammy tells me. I smile, because even though the party was a bit of a dud, Now knowing that the chefs are willing to come back in the future make me happy.The house was full of those wonderful BBQ. ‘Ashley looks just like her mother at that age, Petey.’ Petey smiled toothlessly. He wore overalls, a white t-shirt and a John Deere hat, his face was wrinkled and leathered by dozens summers of harvests and two large warts sat on his nose. ‘Yup, she’s the pick of the litter. It seems like yesterday she’s wading in my pond on Sunday after dinner, two years old, skin and bones, and naked as a jaybird. Her mommy tanned her hide pretty good. Now she’s all growed up.’ ‘Isn’t that Maria Garcia in. To her credit, her toughing it out does linger for a fair bit longer than it would've for some others; her bottom swiftly turns a nice healthy shade of pink under her stepmother's stern palm, and she's gripping the chair legs tight with the occasional grunt slipping from her pursed-shut lips, but she's managing to stop herself from kicking and squirming too much while she's disciplined. For now, at least... she doesn't know exactly what Bridget has in mind, and so she lets out a sigh of relief.