”Rebecca slowly began to pull her tee shirt up her stomach. Bill could not help but watch. The hem of the shirt rose past her belly button, over her...chubby but sexy stomach. She continued to raise it over her big perky breasts. Her hard nipples protruded from her dark areolas. She tossed the shirt to the floor and sat there naked.Rebecca was built just like her mother, short and thick. She was not fat, but she had a few extra pounds that looked good on her. Her hips were thick, her thighs were. "Mom? Mom?" "I'm in the bedroom, Bobby!" I called back. Bobby, my youngest, came into the bedroom. "Mom can Willie and I go ride bikes down to the park? They have the water fountain going and all the kids are playing in the water," he said, excitedly. "Yes, Bobby you can go. But you be sure to watch out for traffic going and coming and be sure Willie watches out for you," I told him. Bobby was a bit hyperactive and terribly scatterbrained sometimes, but he was a good boy and always meant. . As you swallow me, I can feel you hand slide under my shaft, cupping my balls, tugging them, as you milk the last of my cum out of me.... You bury your face against me, all of my shaft in your mouth, sucking me as hard as you can.... You slide your face off of me and when I slide out of you mouth, I'm met with a loud "pop".... The head of my cock is bulging, and pulsing.... II lie down upon the lounge, my cock standing straight up in the air as you dance in front of me... You turn around and. "Yes," he said and then pointed at a small table next to the couch. Onthe table stood a fishbowl with a small orange fish darting aroundinside."Aww," I said, stepping over to the table to get a better look. "He's socute. I'm going to call him Cutey."Dad smiled at my sappy name for the goldfish, "I thought you'd likehaving a fish in the room." I tapped lightly on the glass and Cutey swamaround a bit."The schedule for this evening," Dad said, returning my attention tohim. He looked at his watch.