Maybe we can make music a part of the school lessons,” I told her.“Really?” My little girl’s eyes got really big.“Yeah. Let’s go talk to B...ossom Mom,” I said.Margaret jumped off my lap and grabbed me hand, dragging me towards the door out of the ballroom almost before I could stand. She continued to drag me behind her until we were in the kitchen and were surprising my little Latina wife.“What’s all this?” Blossom asked us.“Daddy wants to know if we can study music in school!” Margaret asked. I wanted it. I wanted to feel penetrated. That tickle needed to be scratched."Can you try again, George?" Are you sure?" No, but I want to try." How about I just put my finger there and you move back onto it?" Yeah, let's try that"His fingertip was at my hole again and now I began moving backwards towards it. My cock sliding against his shaft as I slowly moved my body down his.He kept his finger in the same position and I was able to scootch back against it. I moved back more and felt it. There was a small pond there which made it a lovely andromantic setting. What can I say about Ken? He is a marvelous man who is completelythoughtful and attentive to his date. He had prepared a marvelous picniclunch which we at in a nice picnic area in a very secluded glen beside apond, deep in the woods. There were just two picnic tables and it washard to get to.. We chatted about our first date, our families and ourdesires. His lunch was fabulous and included sandwiches, deviled eggs,Cole. I inch them down her ass so that they are hanging off her hips, just exposing her little asshole and pussylips. I am enchanted. Her pussy is a vision. It is the softest color of pink, gentle folds peaking out, a small hint of dampness, and of course it is completely bare. I have never seen anything so beautiful and I am literally dying to bury my face in it. I slowly unbuckle my belt and pull it off me, loop by loop. I let it bend in half, making it a short whip. "Do you want Daddy to.