The author of this narrative accept no responsibility for unintendedreading or viewing of pornographic material, including this narrative, by personsn...t included in the group described, or for any harm resulting, either directlyor indirectly, from unintended reading or viewing or pornographic material,including this narrative. The author of this narrative strongly supports allefforts to protect children, the mentally and/or emotionally infirm, and personsunwilling to read or view pornographic. Not just as my father, but as a man who liked women. Liked my mother. He said I looked as pretty as Mom did at my age. They were high school sweethearts. They had grown up together. Loved each other. He was so sad after mom passed away a few years ago.I slipped off my top and sat it carefully on the bench. My small breasts jiggled in my purple bra with white polka dots on it. My flaming hair swayed in the mirror’s reflection. I grabbed a halter top. I pulled it on, trembling at how naughty it. I pull out of her, kiss her deeply and turn her around. She lets out a deep slow moan, as I place my dick between her crack. I grab both tits strongly and pull her against my chest. I rub my dick in her crack a few times, then with one hand, I guide my cock inside of her again, her pussy strangles my cock and she trembles... she's coming soon. With the same hand that I used to guide my dick inside, I start rubbing her clit and with the other one, I grab her neck and turn her face so I can kiss. I've told you that I love you this way. So,what's the problem? Let's just stay focused on what needs to be doneright now if we're going to have you ready for Saturday. Ok?"Paul was looking at Samantha's red peasant dress, which was laying acrosshis lap. Lori had brought it so that he could change before going to thenail salon. She also wanted to put 'just a little' makeup on him and, ofcourse, he was supposed to put on one of his padded bras so that thenail-girl wouldn't ask any.