I’m writing this in the Spring of 2017 and Daddy is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with our new President. And even more disgusted with our sup...r-partisan Congress.What a mood the country is in. I have to wonder how it will affect our lives. My career. Vanessa’s.The Hotel Phillips, 20 stories of art deco elegance, was recently refurbished by its new owners. It’s on 12th street in the heart of downtown. Excuse me, the Power & Light District.It’s a business destination, but I have fond. “If that's Jarrad,” she instructed, “Tell him I'm still feeling sick.” “Too early for him,” Brad said, getting up from the table, “But if it is, I'll make your excuses.” At the door, Brad looked through the peephole and saw to his surprise that it was indeed Jarrad. He swung the door wide-open. “Wow!” he exclaimed, “You must have gotten up before breakfast.” “Yeah, well,” Jarrad explained, “Ashley was acting kind of sick last night and I thought I better check on her.” Brad understood that. We cannot do anything further for you, it seems." Oh, sorry. I appreciate the advice you have given me. Thank you." You are welcome. Goodbye, Ruth Proctor."Next morning, Tom Pfeiffer reluctantly set off for his work, leaving his two loves to get to know each other better, from a long-term viewpoint. When he got to his office, he found work piling up, so he set to, keen to get caught up again.He found his mind drifting back to the story of the Malan mothers, as it was now a woman he loved that. Just as I was about to spurt all over them, I turned round and there she was standing over me watching, as my cum shot all over her lacy knickers. She was naked, as she always is at home, and she was wanking too. Three fingers inside her creamy cunt.She moaned and grunted to an orgasm, and then pulled her fingers out. They were covered in a thick layer of cream and she grinned at me as she licked them clean. Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen as I stared at her lovely ass.I'm sure I.