This long hair was glorious,wonderful, but maybe it was time to think about a slightly shorter'do...something a little easier to take care of. "Of cou...se I trust you,Alexis," I said with a smile. "It's just that I remember what it waslike to be nine years old."And I did remember. Of course, I didn't tell her that I rememberedwhat it was like to be a nine-year-old boy. I couldn't believe that ithad been almost nine years since Alexis had arrived; almost 11years since I had married Lance; and 12. I'm a private detective.”“Like in the movies?”“In the movies you solve murders. In real life, you find people who generally don't want to be found, or you expedite a divorce.”“And how does one expedite a divorce?”“Get evidence of adultery.”“So . . . you hide in the shrubberies with your camera.”“Sometimes. But sometimes I am the girl because when I want to be I'm pretty. Men are suckers for a pretty girl in tight clothing.” She looked at me closely and she also looked at where my shirt was. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned in relief while her juices ran wildly from her cunt. Gautam’s fingers were soaked as he took them out of her cunt which was now dripping with her cunt juice. She laid back, more relaxed now, but kept her eyes closed. Gautam once again held her face and started kissing her lips.His cock was throbbing and dying to feel her cunt around it. He continued kissing her while slowly pulling her vest off from her body. Soon Rashmi was completely naked with her soft. "I'm serious," the dad told her. "You and me. Two spoons and a container of whipped cream. We can have a real fat girls night!" "You know, now that I'm looking at it," Mia said, "that dressing does look pretty good." "There's plenty more in the fridge," he told her before digging his fork into a piece of chicken. "I only want a real little bit." Greg looked up at his daughter. "Ok...so just pour a little." Mia got out of her seat and picked up her plate with her right hand and her chair with.