Je suppose que la tenue de ma femme y a été aussi pour beaucoup : petit tailleur noir, chemisier blanc jupe courte fendue sur un côté, des bas et ...ouliers à talons aiguilles.ma femme a cru sur le moment qu'il plaisantait mais voyant que non elle a essayé de le raisonner et même de lui donner de l'argent.Comme elle ne cédait pas le jeune lui a dit bon tu te démerdes avec ta roue je perds pas mon temps avec une bourge. Vu l’heure le portable déchargé et aussi la peur de rester toute seule de nuit. I just hoped that Paul would appreciate the sacrifice that I was making for him. Just wrapped in a towel I sauntered back into main bedroom. A furtive look told me that my voyeur was still in his office, therefore my show could continue. I dropped the towel and bent over my suitcase making sure that my tits were dangling in profile for my little Scottish friend. I slowly selected the underwear that I’d brought specially for Paul, a matching black and silver bra and thong from La Perla and a. "Here's my best friend, and all I can think about is how I want to put my hand on his boner to see what it feels like!" She snorted."What?" rob had stopped, one leg higher than the other. She had a wonderful view of his rampant member. He was looking down at her."Nothing" she said. "Just climb"When Teri got to the nest and looked over the wall, Rob was sitting on the other side, the backpack firmly in his lap again. Teri had an idea. As she climbed into the nest she made sure she was facing. He was not like Dad. In many ways, of course, this was good. Dad was ... moody.Zak frowned. Why not admit it. Dad was a drunk. A bastard. A mean, horrible...Dad was his father, and he loved him.His sister was probably right. The two of them could no longer live under the same roof as the man who had raised them, the man who was their only family. That didn't mean the thought of never seeing Dad again didn't make him want to cry. How could he not be with him? Life was not fair...The car slowed,.