"Marissa thought about the pictures she had seen of Brianne and how she might have worn her hair.That is what Alan wants, isn't it? Marissa thought. A...date with his wife?She thought long and hard for a minute. I'm not her. I told him as much the other night. But he was so happy when they were together. Shouldn't I do that much for him?"Surprise me," Marissa said, not wanting to be the one to make that decision.Patty spun her around, so she couldn't see the mirror.The stylist was chatty and. I know your enjoying the whole college experience here,different than in the Netherlands I'm sure," I asked her as I saw bidsbeing made on my artworks.That night, I sold most of my paintings, bringing me a lot of money,enough to make a profit and then some. The next day as we rested in ourbed, I heard Anniek enter our bedroom with Emily's breakfast tray. For alittle extra, we had talked her into wearing a perfect black satin andlacy maids dress, complete with hat, thigh high fishnet stockings. She turned 18 in April, just before she graduated. She was young, firm, sexy as hell and knew it. Always dressed to titillate. Missy had many choices when it came to friends. She had her few best friends. Most she had known since grade school. Summer was here and Missy was Junior in college now. She lived her own life. Yes she did still live at home, but she could come and go as she pleased. Sunday dinner had always been a sit down dinner. I enjoyed cooking them. Often we would have. I took off my shirt, she took off my pants. Her eagerness was turning me on so badly. She took my cock in her hand and started sucking my neatly shaven ball-sack (I was clean-shaven, she wasn’t. In her defense, she didn’t have the faintest idea what this day had in store for her!).Standing there with my dick in her hand and balls in her mouth, I discovered heaven. I pushed her back onto the bed and slowly pulled down her panties. A strong smell hit my face.Without wasting time, I spread her.