.. b ... b ... b ... be with you,” she lied. In fact, she would be here whether she wanted to or not. Her mother had made that very clear. But the f...ct that Tom was so handsome and she still had a crush on him helped.He turned to his wife. “It’s a wonderful present. Can we go play with it?”“Don’t you want dinner first?” Jessica asked.“No. Let’s eat later. I want to play with my toy first.”“You’re like a little kid sometimes.”“A little kid with a grown up sex toy, maybe,” he replied. Jess. " That's okay," she responded. "Daddy, can I ask you something?" What Mandy." You sure have been hard for a long time, why?" Why do you think?" I asked back."Is it my fault?" No, my dick is always hard like this. Yes it's your fault." You walk around here in that muscle shirt that shows more than it covers, with thong panties that barely cover your hairy twat, and none of your butt. Every time you lean one way or the other those delicious looking boobs of yours are exposed. But believe me I'm. John would tip his knee slightly and remind her not to kick and not to throw her hands back. John started rhythmically spanking that bottom with his hand warming her up until her cheeks were a lovely shade of red. She cried gently at first...listening to his voice as he went through his expectations and his disappointment with her. She begged him to stop but her voice was lost as his hand...then the switch ...fell onto her now stinging flesh. Now warmed up, John told her to stand. She knew what. I rose from the floor and ambled into the dining room where I'd left my pants the night before. My boxers were still in a wet clump in the backyard beside the pool. I slipped into my slacks, commando and headed into the kitchen.I dug around in the fridge and whipped up a quick breakfast. When I entered the dining room, Belinda and Marcella were seated at the table. Marcella was wearing my white undershirt. Belinda was wearing my tuxedo shirt and they both looked amazing in the soft morning.