"I've missed you, baby-doll," he grinned, squeezing her shoulders in his large hands."Oh, and I've missed you, too, Daddy," Gwen said, hugging him tig...tly. "I've missed you all," she added, turning to smile back at her mother and brother. "But now we've got a whole week to catch up on things."The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent in loud conversation that often broke down into bursts of uncontrollable laughter as the family gathered around the dinner table to talk about things that. She places it to her entrance of sweetness and slowly and gently slides him in. Her curvatious hips rotating one way and then the other… slowly she takes his hardness in and out with long deep strokes. After they have covered their upper bodies with paint… she slowly gets off his stiffness… and begins to paint the rest of his body… and him… painting hers. He grabs her and lays her down… and climbs on top of her… where he kisses her every inch of flesh… savoring the many tastes that is painted. " she began."Oh come on, Mrs. Frampton. You do have a drink every once in a while don't you?" he asked, his gaze penetrating her.He knows. He can smell the scotch I had before he came."Okay, what'll be?" he asked, automatically going for the bar and then stopping, "with your permission, of course." Go ahead, Mr. Marsdale," she said, her voice disinterested, lifeless, now all thoughts on her husband's adultery."Maybe we can get a little less formal. My name's Clay. May I call you Alyce? I hope. She dropped to her knees and started undoing my belt. I could see the other two slowly undressing. There tits sprang to life as they removed their bras. By this time, Alana had unbuttoned my pants and was pulling them off my legs. My erection was forming a tent in my underwear. The three girls giggled. Alan quickly pulled down my underwear. My cock stood at full attention. Alana went to work, gently rubbing her had up and down my shaft, and quietly saying, “Does that feel good, Drew? Oh, you.