She turned to face me and we just stared into each others eyes smiling. I put both my hands on her hips and pull her quickly towards me. Her arms rest...on my chest and still all we are doing is looking into each others eyes. For what seemed like a very long time, but was only a few minutes, we stood there in each others arms just kissing. Ideally, doing that all night would have been fine with me. But the time was midnight and Jamie was about to perform. “I just want to say a huge shout out to. That much she said yes all the payments you miss makes the interest that much more so how are you going to pay me back ? I dont know Sandra said no worrys i will give your husband a ring he will be able to pay it for you .Please dont do that he dousent know i have borrowed money from you .Im sure he will understand i said he willkick me out if he finds out he hates borrowing he calls it a sin Well we have a problem then i said .I can help you if you like i said quite a few girls pay me with. My eyes were fixated hypnotically on her jaw-dropping form as she walked into my home. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, my own daughter had become a living, breathing angel... or perhaps succubus. Even though she was wearing heels, her were skin-tight black jeans that gloved around her ample backside in such a way I bet several of the punks running around outside had seen her and suddenly forgotten whatever was previously occupying them. Following every step she took, her vivacious ass. Lest you surmise that I am gay, let me put that to rest. I am not 'gay.' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the other men my wife has fucked. In all such circumstances I've.