She would come home and fuck my brains out. I asked her once what the deal was."Promise you won't get angry?" Don't know. When you put it like that it...is like telling me that there might be something to be angry about." Let me back up then. You know I love you, right?" Yes." You know I wouldn't do anything to screw up what we have, right?" Why am I suddenly start to feel like I'm not going to like what I'm about to hear?" Don't be that way baby. It isn't bad. The reason I come home horny is. I gently brought the tips of my fingers to touch your pussy, you moaned. I ran my middle finger tip along the length of your lips, from the front right along till my finger touched the opening of your bottom. The wetness glistening on your rose budded bottom. You shuddered when I circled it with my finger, you pushed your bottom out a little more to encourage me. I again brought my fingers to your wet pussy, but this time I slid my finger a little deeper and when I arrived at the front I. She spent many an hour on his lap sounding out words and joyfully hugging her father when she found she understood what the pages were saying to her.Todd had little concept of what they were doing but he joined in his sister and father's little celebrations, enjoying the warmth of his sibling and Dad's embrace. There came the day when he was standing at his father's shoulder as Kyle sat on the couch while Mandy went through a new reader. Todd began pointing out words he recognized and the. She felt a hand slide up her spine, not knowing that a Velcro flap was being smoothed down over the latticework of lacing. Any peeks of skin showing up the seam (there were few), vanished.Unbelievably, they weren’t finished. Straps that had been sewn into the jacket were now tightened. They traversed her body at the hips, waist and chest, both above and below her breasts. Each was buckled brutally tight. Holly heard an oddly familiar snapping sound being repeated, but couldn’t at the.