Did I mention that I love you? I do. I think about your hands, too, and your fingers. I like it when you touch my face with your fingers. They’re so...soft, so warm, and I feel like we’re connected when even one fingertip touches me. I go to sleep at night thinking about it. I never think because we do something that it means you have to do it ever again. I always want our time together to be pleasing for you, to show how much I love you and respect you. I could never make you do anything that. (My cock was hard, throbbing and I could feel all the precum wetness.) I seen lace around the waist line, it was a perfect set a panties, I slowly pulled Jaymes jeans down, leaving his panties in place. I could see his cock through his panties, it was getting stiff. I pulled the front of his panties down to let his cock fall out, by this time it was erect and it also was leaking precum. I couldn't resist, my first cock. I took a lick at the precum, grabbed his cock and pulled from the base. " Can we try one more thing?" Before giving her hesitant teen daughter time to object, Debbie issued her instruction. "Pull the straps of your bra off your shoulders, like your bikini was almost knocked off as you dived into a pool." Meagan did as she was asked, deepening her already ample cleavage and revealing the full curves of her upper chest. Even though her daughter's breasts had lost the support of two thick straps, they looked even larger than before. Her camera flashed twice. "Now. At least my gadget gene had always made me buy things that might be handy, and I had a couple of Wyoming knives, even though I'd never used either one. It would be time to try one out before long.When I went back into the living room, after my lunch, I saw the medical supplies greenie had provided and damned if the picture didn't make me laugh. Right there on one end of the couch was a big black doctor's bag, just like they used to use. I looked inside it and it seemed to be chock full of crap,.