What’re you called?” “Tracey.” “Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least ‘buttercup’ means something. But when in...the name of fuck did ‘tracey’ ever fucking mean anything. You’re both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain’t you? Well, you’d better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you’re out. There’re lotsa other women out there who’d do your job if they got the fucking chance.” With that, he left them with a. I was 13 when it turned to more than just hearing her cum at night. I decided that if Eve could do that so could I so I stroked myself to an orgasm one night and she was shocked when she walked into the bedroom just as I let loose with the load. I thought what the fuck she can do this and so can I. She agreed but wanted to watch the next evening and even joined in stroking my cock as I played with her tits 34C. Eve watched as I moaned and groaned and when it came time to cum she put her. A.'s in I look back at my mothers-to-be, in their I look back to the Mistress of Ceremony, Chrissy's Mom, as proud of becoming Grandma for the first timeI take her tip to take a break with all of them, Winter with her down in Greece, she lives in Athens thoughI take her tip with my moms-to-be into serious consideration, we vote on plans how to get there togetherI take her tip into consideration together with the analysis of the brightest of all of us, Chissy's wisdom:I take the idea to go there. Afterward, he made some coffee, and then he and Cindy sat down in the small living room."So how you gettin' along with those folks, Cindy?" he asked."Great," smiled Cindy. "They're awesome people."Rodger smiled back, happy that his daughter had friends, and apparently good friends, for the first time in her life. Then he leaned forward with a serious look on his face."Cindy, what I wanted to tell you is that I've met someone," said Rodger."That's great!" she exclaimed. "Am I going to meet her?".