"What's wrong, Princess?" "Daddy, I had a bad dream. Can I lay in here for a while?" "Yes, I suppose so." I mumbled as I rolled onto my side and s...ooted my ass over to make room. As I slipped my hand under my pillow to move it with me, I felt why I was awoken. I knew from the feel of the fabric as my fingers rolled the material over my thumb...cotton. My cock began to stir as I thought to myself, "What was my little girl up to?" "I'll be ok now Daddy." she whispered as she cuddled closer. After a few minutes she said, “I’m ready for you to cum.” My wife pulled her pussy from my mouth. Some parts of my face dry and glazed, while others, in particular my mouth and nose, still very much wet. “Can I go in you?” I asked softly.“No you can’t,” my wife said. “I’m kind of sore and I had really good sex with Mark and I want to remember the thought of it.” I started jacking myself. My wife, now sitting Indian style in front of me told of her morning escapades, most of which I. They grabbed their towels, but didn’t cover themselves as they walked into the house. Next door, kneeling behind an attic opening was Jane’s 18 year old neighbour’s son. The tall fence kept all the windows from next door from seeing into the yard, but they didn’t take into account the attic. Jeremy had his binoculars in one hand and his hard, youthful cock in the other. He had been watching the two women for about an hour, stroking his cock slowly so as not to cum too soon. Seeing Jane and. It was a cold room after all. Matilda smiled when she took notice of the attention.'Your memories, do they return?' she asked hopefully.'Not exactly, but I'm starting to piece things together. You know, you could probably help me remember,' said Jenny, and she could feel her mouth twisting into a crooked smile.'Oh my love!' Matilda's pale cheeks were flush with earnest joy and excitement.'Matilda of Flanders is a married woman,' Sierra effortlessly conveyed disapproval, even without the ability.