.maybe alittle more than slightly...crazy girl.We strolled around the lake and I showed dad 'our place' beneath thetree. Once back at the engineering...school, dad took me to his car and henavigated back to Sammie's. The entire way I was thinking aboutwhat...and how...to tell Sammie my 'other little secret'. It would needto be after dad left for the evening.When Sammie finally returned from the lab, dad and I were sitting on thecouch enjoying just being family. My half-brother Bridger...we. I forced the candle up her arse, and this is where the full beauty of a broken candle is realised. It stuck out of her arse a few inches, but where the first break was meant I could double its angle back, and let it brush against her cunt, and dangle a few inches above her tits. The tip of the candle was broken so that the wick was pointing downwards. I lit the candle, and left the room, leaving her to wonder if I would be back in time.I had to go for a walk to calm down. I needed some air, but. “I really need to speak with LeeAnne for few minutes before we move on. Do you think she would have time for us dear?” There was no question at all that LeeAnne would devote whatever time her special guests needed. All three were serious art collectors who regularly purchased work by local artists. LeeAnne and Mrs. Patron talked for fifteen minutes having preliminary negotiations that would lead to purchase of one painting and display at Mrs. Patron’s home later this summer of representative. C me hone wali hu but wo nakhre kar rahi thi ab wo side me jakar so gay ki papa ne unke uper aa gaye or unke hoth ko jorda kiss karne lage fir ek hath unke goune ke andar chala gaya or ek hath unke chaddi ke upar fir wo jor jor se sahlane lageOr meri biwi b unka sath dene lagi bichari ek woman hone se wo apne ap ko rok nahi pai or boli ki aaj me tumhara lund muh me lu aisa bol kar wo land ko hath me liya to wo sochne lagi ki ye kya itna bada or itna mota fir wo kuch nahi kar pai tab papa ne.