She opened the door, and got in. I noticed that she had a perfect ass. Like literally perfect, no celebrity with any amount of plastic surgery could c...mpare to the body that she had. She turned her head towards me, and I smelled the send that wafted towards me. It was delicious, although it didn’t smell sickeningly sweet, like perfume.“Hi Dodge.” She said, as if I picked her up every day, rather than this being the first time that we were meeting. And I felt as though it wasn’t the first time,. Is that not exactly what you taught me to look for?Mom, do you really want Monica or Michelle as a daughter in law? Do you really want Dave as a son in law? Really. If I married Dave do you honestly figure that at some point I would not be on my knees in the bathroom with his penis down my throat with me playing with his balls as he pushes on the back of my head. Me sticking my finger in his ass to find his prostate and pushing causing him to shoot his load down into your baby girl.If Harry. I was brought up in an orphanage until the age of eight. Living in various foster homes and orphanages. At the age of eight I had been adopted by a very conservative man and woman. I had never asked them why they adopted me but I guessed they couldn't have children of their own. I guess they were nice enough but they didn't or couldn't show me any affection of hugging and I never felt I fit in with them. They fed me and clothed me but that was as far as it went with them. So when Paul came. I whispered "Excuse Me," and tried to pull away. She turned her head, brunette hair tossing slightly, and said, "Not to worry - we're all in this together!" I smiled and the trip continued.In a few minutes, we took a curve, and she began to lose her balance. I reached out with one arm, holding fast to the bar with the other, to catch her. I pulled her upright again, and she ended up pressed against me once more. I helped her get steadied, and she reached behind her - brushing a hand across my.