You feel me hook my fingers into the hem of your panties and suddenly rip them from your body. I tease you to start with kissing my up one leg and the...other, but not where you desperately want me to. Eventually, you get annoyed with my teasing and impatient for that release of ecstasy. You grab me by the hair, pull me to where you want me to go and lock your legs around my neck to ensure I can't move away. I relent at least. You moan as you feel my tongue, gently at first caress the outside of. Two girls who had, at one point or another, been primary in my life had been replaced by others. The same was true for Birgit, though that had been a death, not a growing up or growing apart.I heard a key in the lock and closed my journal as Elyse walked in.“Hi, Honey! Whatcha doing?”“Reminiscing. I was just reading my journal. Some stuff I wrote years ago.”“Think I could see it? Or does it have too much private stuff in it?”I thought about that. I wondered if it would be a good idea to let. He shucked his jacket, shoes and tie. I reached for him to assist with his shirt studs. He pushed my hands away."Soon enough, my dear," he chuckled, tugging the shirt from his trousers.In no time, he stood naked before me. Then he suddenly dropped to his knees. He pushed me backward slightly until my ass rested against the table once again. Then he pried my knees apart, sticking his face between my thighs. I felt the tip of his tongue tingle the area his fingers had so expertly manipulated mere. The dresses you have already gotten me are barely five months old,” Emma laments to him.“Emma, I want you to always look perfect for every season. Please just indulge me, I like doing this and seeing you in new outfits,” Donald replies.“But the closet is overflowing already,” Emma counters.“Don’t worry, most of the last seasons will be given away to make room for your fall outfits,” Donald assures her.And then Emma begins to comprehend. If this is important to Donald. And, if the clothes,.