He had a square jaw and a strong Roman nose that was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken at one time. He wasn’t a pretty boy; he was rugged. ...The stranger was fully aware of her perusal. In fact, while she checked him out, he was checking her out and liked what he saw. Tiny and delicate, this lady was intriguing. Her temper matched her fiery red hair that was pinned up in a messy bun. Clear green eyes were set into a heart shaped face with pale skin. He wondered if the freckles that. She had to hide the magazine, if he found this she could only imagine what he would think.Later that evening after her husband went to bed she decided to investigate her magazine further. Kelly flipped threw the many colorful pages. She paused for a moment staring at a picture of a women tied to a cross, her legs separated by a pole with straps to her ankles. A man with his hands cuffed sits underneath with his head tilted up and his tongue at the entrance of her pussy. A woman dressed in tight. She shuffles her arse towards his pretty penis on the stainless bench, aching, dripping with anticipation. Rose grips his butt as best she can. Feverish, splayed, she encourages him into her, impaling herself. Her eyes are wide with delight. As she succeeds, Rose withdraws her hand. Her movements stun Roman. He surges into her delicious pussy, his cock becoming even harder. He strokes. Rose wants to be able to lean back on her hands and enjoy the view but he doesn’t let her go. He holds her. Daddy was strong in personality. He was a man. He was boss in our family, our rock. Mom and I looked up to him, and looked to him for out strength and stability. All decisions went through him. It wasn't like he was an ogre who lorded over us, he just was ... better than we were. He was smarter, more rational, stronger and more confidant than anyone else I knew. Mom and I were always trying to do things that we thought he would approve of. He never hit either one of us, but just his look of.