‘You weren’t supposed to read them. You didn’t show them to your father, did you?’ ‘Mother! Dad’s read them before me. I saw him looking a... them one time. That’s what made me curious,’ admitted Stephanie. ‘Maybe Dad isn’t as clueless as you think. Maybe he married you because he loves you, not because he was, or wasn’t first.’ ‘Well, Gwen is right! We shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s very personal. We don’t want to ruin everything for Gwen and Steve, or make them self conscious,’ insisted. A touch on her skinny thigh and her legs flopped opened like I'd used the golden key, but I knew it was just her Pavlov pussy doing its thang and it fucking warmed my cold heart. I felt that hairless little cunny and goddamn if she wasn't slicked up and ready to ride. Must be dreaming of me, I figured.I kneeled between those sweet meat thighs, hooked her knees under my arms, skootched her up close to my kit and kaboodle and was halfway home before her eyes flew open and she grunted "good. They would only say, “Let’s hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.” After Alice's passing, her Oncologist told Ernie that they had expected her to live three-five months due to the tumor being inoperable. But Alice confounded them all, by living fourteen months, and finally- passing 3/8/15.Alice had been a wonderful wife and mother to their two sons. She never refused Ernie her pussy, but she adamantly refused to suck his cock or let him fuck her in the ass. She thought oral sex was. "Fine," she replied. "Two marauders last night: the ginger tom from down the road twice and a hedgehog. They didn't leave anything."Tony laughed. "I'd better not say better luck next time." I don't know. We'd like to catch the perpetrator." Of course. Um, Zoë, would you like to go out with me one evening?" Thanks, Tony, but no thanks. I've sworn off men until I've got my degree under my belt." Oh, OK. 'Bye."Jerry had overheard the conversation and smiled at her.She smiled back. "He's a nice guy.