"Only if you strap me down to the bed first," I chuckled. Damn, am I glad he took me seriously.-----After we each had a few drinks, he called us a rid... home. I was by no means shitfaced drunk, but watching me try and walk on four inch wedges was a laugh. He escorted me to the back of the car and helped me in before pulling me onto his lap. I could feel a nice bulge under me, and I couldn't help but give a playful wiggle of my hips to tease him. He responded with a firm thrust as he grasped. How much truth was in that rumour was debatable, but the mother thing and the desire for fame an wealth, their daughters were the jail bait, so old men taking their cocks out in front of us, well if they did, we knew we were on our way.I blew two guys off in school three years earlier, my mother found out, but was strangely quiet, when she discovered who the boys father was, a quick phone call and a hastily arranged meeting, out at his ranch followed.When we got there, he was alone and he and. They played across the ceiling and walls hypnotically and for a long time I watched them and listened to the rhythmic sound of my husband’s breathing. It was when he began snoring slightly that I finally got out of bed. Snoring drives me crazy and I resisted the urge to wake him. He’d been working so hard and really needed to sleep, I just couldn’t be that self-centered. As I pulled myself from the warmth of our bed, I glanced at the clock. It was just past midnight, I’d only been asleep for. That day she had picked her smallest, powder blue, sexy pair of bikini panties I had ever seen in my life. They must have been a size smaller than she should have worn. Just covering the top of her pussy lips and maybe half of her ass.She always wore sexy bikinis around the house and at night little night shirts with tiny panties on. But, never anything small as these.I picked her up into my arms holding her close to me as I could, " You just relax baby girl, and after your bath I'll give you a.