She was thin, with smallish breasts and while she was clearly still a girl while I am a woman, I have to admit to having a twinge of jealousy meeting ...he girl who shared my son's bed when I wasn't in it.We could hear the music from a block away as we approached the frat house. The streets were crowded and grew more so the closer we got. It looked like the party was on the porch and lawn and all the people out there, but it was just because as big as the house was, people were packed inside like. Harold headed to his study to compose a thank-you letter for the meeting, and heard the voices of Heather and her young friend coming from the backyard.While the girls frolicked in the pool, Harold watched them from the window of his study. He found himself continuously dreaming of bending them over his knee, while they took turns being punished. He pictured their sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked. My parents stayed in a motel. Everyone was especially attentive to Paige, wishing her good luck with the birth of our child. My mother said that she was glad she had witnessed our marriage. ‘At least this one will not be a bastard,’ she said, patting Paige’s tummy. The second trip was to Boston. Paige and I went to bring her parents back with us. They expected to move into the little house next door, but when we told them about our plans to build a custom home, they participated in the design. She laid on the bed besides sofa with remote in hand. Her hand was near to her head. So her boobs are visible from transparent Saree.After few minutes i couldn’t control force of my cock. So took some courage. Counted some number in my mind to get some daring. I decided to touch her boobs by asking remove.1,2,3,4…50 numbers over.Then i went and stand besides her and asked remote she said she wont give.Then i took it from her hand while taking remote i touched my hand intentionally on her boob..