I couldn’t believe myself. She was hot and desirable, every mans fantasy. I told her as much.“Oh, I’ve wanted this since yesterday, ” she whis...ered, her soft voice making my dick pulse. “I saw you yesterday, looking at me as I slept. That was so hot.”“I thought I saw you moving, ” I grinned as I pulled her closer, my hand massaging her breasts as she slowly felt up my cock.Finally overcome with lust, she pulled down my pants and exposed my dick. I’m a guy with an above-average cock, and she. Or a bot... I'm looking at that picture of you in the black dress with the white polka dots. I can imagine you wearing that, one spaghetti strap dangling over your tattooed shoulder. Our eyes meet with a sultry glance and your hand teasingly reaches into your dress, exposing more of your creamy white flesh, but not enough to reveal aereola. From the bulge in my pants and the approving look on my face, you know the curves of your toned, slender body are driving me to the edge of sanity. . She then started telling her brother that he had stolen her spot and put up show that resembled a little k** fighting for her toys. Her brother obviously couldn't move since he had his dick out and she knew it. When I told her that she was acting like a little girl she sat on her brother, crossed her arms and said that she wasn't moving from her spot.In an effort to make my son have a little more fun while her sister was on top of him, I decided to go change into my pajamas and take Jenny with. " It's a date." I heard her giggle down the phone."A date with my dream man, what more could a girl ask for."The weather Gods gave us the perfect day. A blue sky, just a gentle breeze and a beaming sun to warm the air pleasantly. Antonia was made for jeans; she was slim with a rear that must have made every other woman green with envy. Her short dark hair was simply brushed and decorated with a pair of bright yellow sunglasses that were permanently parked on top of her head, more of a fashion.