She would suckle with all her might while the tip of her tongue worked magic on the veins that covered my length. Not only that, she would dress up in...different attire to arise feelings within my chest. Sometimes she was a naughty schoolgirl, other times she was an innocent down to earth cowgirl, but my favorite was when she dressed up like my own personal maid. I could whip her petite little ass as she bent over the table to pick up a mess I had made. My daughter was my dream. With that in. After a prolonged inspection, including long, gentle strokes all the way up her thighs, Ken said he saw a little bit of heaven.I didn't think her bare lips showed, but maybe one did. Ken still rubbed his stiff, covered dick. "And I think heaven is misting over and plumping up too. The stickers are a cupid heart and a black top hat. So, you're offering Lincoln your pussy for VD?" Ken had no guess as he was too busy drooling."Close! The top hat represents Lincoln, now President's Day, and the. She wondered if he did some sort of contracting work. Building, maybe? Lifting heavy beams of timber with those luscious taut tanned arms of his. She could picture those arms lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her off to the bedroom. Her eyes danced slowly down his body drinking every part of his body in. He caught her looking at him and he slowly gave her a wink. Her eyes darted away and she could felt herself blush. She hoped he wasn’t laughing at her. She waited a. The sound of waves washing up on the shore echoed across the sand dunes.Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed. We were both nude. McKayla had always given the most wonderful erotic massages, but now that she had learned to give the therapeutic kind, they were sooooooooooooo much better.Her fingernails raked my skin, her featherlight touch drawing a line of goosebumps across my back. I felt her hair brush across my shoulders then her warm breath on my neck."I love you," she whispered.My.