“Who’s a good boy? Bruiser, Bruiser’s a good boy!” Emma said in her best baby-talk voice. “Does Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser’s he can g...t me?” she said. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah, sure!” Brent said. He dashed for his bedroom and returned immediately with a hand knitted blanket. It was only about three feet by three feet.“This is Bruiser’s ... my wife used to knit and made it just for him.” His tone was calm,. I’ve never seen her eyes so big, and her open mouth would have accepted my dick nicely.“Oh,” she said and looked back toward the distant stage. My eyes did the same as I waited to see what happened next. I certainly didn’t trust my mouth right then. In my peripheral vision I saw her take a joint from her Altoids can, light it and take a hit, then hand it to me. Looking over to accept it, I saw the most curious expression on her face, one I don’t recall seeing before. Well, if she’s sharing. A trust fund established by her late father kept her supplied with money for college and living expenses. I decided to spring the idea of a getaway weekend on her during our upcoming date.So on Friday around 7:00 PM I headed to her house to pick her up. My knock on the door was answered by her Mom, Karen. It was easy to see where Jeannie got her looks, Karen could have been mistaken for an older sister. I was invited into the living room to wait until Jeannie came downstairs. Upon entering I. Keeping a good rhythm, I look up to see if you were enjoying what I was doing to you. You pulled me off, only to lay me down on my back so you could do the same for me. Starting at my neck kissing and licking my neck and then my erect nipples that were waiting to feel your lips on them. Giving each one attention. I let out a moan to let you know you were doing a wonderful job. I raised my hips to grind on whatever I could touch. I wanted you to take off my panties that were wet with juices from.