But if you don't want my friendship then fine, I don't know why I even bothered. ''Hey, look I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you of anythin..., its just that I... oh well I'm sure you don't want to hear about all of my crazy hangups.'' Maggie said with a gentle sweet smile. ''Well I guess its my turn to say I'm sorry, and I'm sure that your hangups are no crazier then mine.'' It was at that moment that the two girls started to bound. It was a bound that would grow so strong over. He chuckled and gently ran a finger down her slightly hawkish nose playfully. I do not mind you falling on me so long as you are not hurt. She sat back on to her knees, his legs spread around her, so he could sit up. He held himself upright by his hands pressed backwards against the grass and stared at her with a thoughtful expression. He pulled his legs to him and stood, offering her a hand up. How he regretted wearing gloves that day! Hand in his, he led her a little ways into the trees into. Here I was, married with three beautiful daughters and lusting after my own sister. She wasn't just any woman, mind you. She was an absolute beauty. She was perfect in every way. Her face was that of a porcelain doll, delicate and soft; her hair was dark and flowing, like shimmering silk; her body was slim and firm, the type of body that made you catch your breath and gasp from its radiance. Ever since laying eyes on her, she was a part of me. She invaded my thoughts, a constant echo in my. I loved how groomed and partially shaven his cock was. I admire a man that takes care of his tools and shows skill in using them. Forty-five minutes of watching him masterfully satisfy the mystery thoughts that were boiling in his mind as well as simmering the thoughts in mine.His balls had since loosened and were hanging low. They rode up and down between his open thighs as he continued to slowly stroke and pour more oil over the throbbing head of his love muscle. Then his stroke began to.