His dick grew even stiffer as he looked her over. She was so luscious. Her honey-blonde hair curled down past her shoulders to the blouse she wore. He...could see the tops of her breasts; her emerald eyes were big and bright; and her lips full and pink. His cock was now hard as a rock."Honey, I don't disapprove in any way of you having sex," he said. "Your mom might, but I don't. There's nothing wrong with it. It doesn't matter if you're married or not. I'll tell you something that your mom would. A bit more chatting for awhile about nothing special and one of my dads friends went to go get a couple more beers for us. Then out of nowhere the one that stayed back asked if I was getting fucked right at college. I was so surprised but my answer surprised him more. I shot back with "meh those idiots don't know how to fuck"He was quick with asking what else i've learned there. I don't know what it was but that question turned me on. I remember just thinking ill show you. Thats when the other. Unfortunately, Martha was bombed out in March and, just before Pattie was due home from school at Easter, Martha rang me at the Yard and asked if I could put the girl up for the two weeks she was “home”; Martha had been rehoused in an old Underground tunnel, where she was sleeping in bunk beds in old disused tunnels, often 500 to 800 bunks per tunnel and she didn’t want to subject Pattie to that environment where she didn’t even feel comfortable herself. Apparently, a form of biting midge has. Tammy turned the pages to a picture of a in the shape and decorated to be look like a cock entering a pussy. It fed up to 2 dozen people. Ginger loved it and said that would be great. She asked if the pussy could have reddish-blonde hair and the cock with sandy brown hair and Tammy said that wasn’t a problem. Ginger asked about wedding mints and Tammy flipped several more pages in the book to a page with mints and chocolates in the shape of breasts decorated with aureoles and nipples. I.