I have a nice triangle of dark, straight hair on my pussy and my 34-Bs are mine and no one has complained yet. Also, I don't do this in public, like p...rks and like that. I like privacy.I want you to get naked when I show you my pussy and then I'll get off while you watch. Show me how hard you are, big boy. Or how wet your pussy gets, sweetie. But don't touch yourself. Not unless I feel like letting you. Those are the rules whether I'm with a guy, a girl, several people or a couple. Of course,. Valerie — what’s your favorite dinner? Sky’s the limit — if you want filet mignon or lobster — or, both, just say so.”“My mom makes a London broil that I really like,” Valerie replied.“My mom makes a killer one, too — right, Mom?”“If you want London broil, then London broil it is. I want a hug from my future daughter-in-law.”Valerie stood and embraced Carter’s mother. “We do love you,” she said softly. “I don’t know if I can say it enough.”“I never get tired of hearing it.” Valerie held Eleanor. It won't necessarily become perverted, but it just won't be normal.It will probably require some form of sex change operation on the genitalia, assuming he chooses to remain a "he".It made us all pause for a moment in our tracks and rethink our need to push the envelope, so to speak.Daddy even wrote in his diary that he was going to think long and hard (no pun intended) about whether to pursue trying to get either twin pregnant again.For quite a while, we were the best foursome imaginable since. You coming over tonight?Just as Liz and I are heading toward the elevator I see Helen and Vicky walking in the same direction. Like I said you don’t see one without the other nearby. “This was a long, crazy night. The struggle is REAL.” Helen groaned. “YES, it was,” Liz conceded. “I just can’t wait to get on that D- Train, right Liz?” Vicky asked with a shit-eating grin. Liz looked puzzled. “D- Train?” Helen coughed and spit out some of the coffee she was drinking then jabbed Vicky in the.