Your hubby is doing the dishes for us as we have more important work to do. We leave the door a tiny crack open so that we can hear your hubby if he d...cides to drop by... And also that your hubby could possibly hear you moaning once we get started.We are sitting next to each other, just as if we were really about working today... I'm gently putting my hand on your knee. I slide further down until I find the edge of your skirt. I move my hand up again to touch your naked knee. My finger is. ..dont you....admit it!"She was fascinated with this new discovery.After about 30 seconds of being embarassed and looking down at the floor I finally sputtered somthing out "yeah...I do...dont be mad, theres no way he'd go for me anyways." I know for a fact that he likes younger girls, so dont rule anything out yet. I mean your pretty too, you have beautiful long blonde hair, and sparkly blue eyes...I mean you have a pretty face, you'll be hot when your older." she said matter of factly."Im. I screamed out loudly as his thrusts entered me forcibly, followed each time by a painfully slow withdrawal before repeating again. "Did you enjoy fucking Christy?" I asked."Yes," Eric replied as he panted." Tell her how much," I said gasping. Eric looked at Christy and told her how much he had enjoyed ravaging her tight body repeatedly. Christy replied how much she had loved it too. How from the moment she'd seen his swimsuit clinging to his cock and when we'd later asked her inside the. It was so incredible to see him as a young man, so full of vitality and so ... sexy. There was really no other way to put it. Dag as I knew him was kindly, sophisticated, and distinguished. The young Dag was nothing short of a hunk.I made my own contribution to the display. I had the picture of the two of us, taken in a photo booth on Pier 57, blown up and framed. I also brought the seascape painting from Dag’s wall and set it in front of the memorial urn that held his ashes.It was all about.