Feathery fingertips now bring sighs instead of giggles.Your skin glows in the flickering candlelight as I kneel astride your hips where you lie prone ...pon the sheets. Lightly, I brush the silken strands of your golden hair from your face and you smile contentedly.Such trust, from one who seems so small and fragile beneath my brutish bulk, is impossible to fathom, but my heart swells within my chest at the knowledge of its existence.Leaning forward, I trail the tip of my tongue lightly around. But truth is, I would! I would want to blow my own father, show him how good it was, a pleasure that surely mom wasn't giving him. Other than whores, I doubted wives did that. I would even go as far to admit that I would like him to fuck me, make love to me like the colonel does. I found myself erect, visualizing my dad coming into my room at night like he used to rarely do in order to kiss me goodnight. Instead, he would take off all his clothes, I would smell his manly cologne as he got into. There was a time when this situation would have enraged me and caused so much trouble, but that wasn't the case now. Now I saw this as an opportunity to be with Cheryl without guilt, without hiding and sneaking around. I had leverage. I figured that there was no sense in going to bed just yet. I wanted to be here waiting on them when they finished and Francine left for home. She was divorced, so she didn't have to worry about a husband to go home to, but this new relationship might strain the. “Where are you going?” Britt asked as she pulled her back to them. Britt wrapped her hands around Janice's waist and pulled her in tight, holding her body against hers. Janice could feel the back of her son's hands rubbing her nipples as he manhandled Britt's big, fucking tits. As his hands continued groping her tits, Brittney asked Joey.“How does that feel, Joey, with your hands stuck between our tits? Do your mom's tits get you horny?”Joey was at a loss for words. Being a typical guy, he.
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