. . eyes. And Marti wasn’t petite, had never been called pretty, and her . . . eyes. . . well, they were big enough, she supposed! But that wasn’t...enough to ever convince Marti to actually engage in a conversation with a man about anything other than her beloved socks. It was too difficult. Over time, her protective practice had become a part of who she was – Marti just chose to ignore men. It came as a shock to Marti though, when she realized that her attitude wasn’t having the desired effect. "Look Nat ! how he is so eager for you" Hazel said, looking Natalie in the eyes. "Its a bit big ! its gonna hurt !" Nat muttered."You'll be gentle won't you Steve" Hazel asked. I nodded.Hazel ushered Nat onto the bed and to my surprise laid her down and placed her head between Nats legs. "Getting her moist and ready for you Steve. Fuck me please". Hazel bent over the end of the bed. Her head between Nats legs. Her basqued body, tits out and her arse and hairy trimmed pussy between her gorgeous. Time to get up and make some breakfast. I prepared pancakes and coffee. I went to the bedroom to wake Amy up. She’s still sleeping.Me: Honey! Honey! Wake up!She’s a heavy sleeper. I didn’t know that. I tried to wake her up by touching her hand.Amy: Aafi! Hmm. Daddy?Me: Ya honey, it’s me!I kissed her. We were at the dining table. Amy was getting really friendly. She was touching my thigh now and then. It was a natural reaction I guess. I kissed her in between our conversations.Me: I can’t. The one with the nice and warm straw bed in it.His race? Caucasian, for sure, with a mix of something else thrown in. What the something else was, no one knew for sure, but people loved to guess. Mulatto, maybe? Could be. A tad american Indian? Could be. Black? Asian? How about Eskimo? Could be all of them. No one knew and he wasn't telling. And a shit-eating grin isn't too much help, is it?His age? He had that taut kind of skin that could fool you and make you believe he was either in his.