"You must really like the food here huh? You've been in here almost everyday for the past couple of weeks," she teases. Stacy takes a deep breath and ...lears her throat. She bravely lifts her head to her adorable server. "It's um, a really nice… atmosphere in here. You know… to be in. Work in." "I like it too," the waitress adds casually. "Well, let me know if I can get you anything else, alright dear?" Stacy's stomach is in knots. Oh my god… she called me dear! What does she mean by that? Does. My daughter just looked at me and smirked, an expressionI had been accustomed to for years as my wife had berated me in front ofthe children on many occasions. I had never had any authority in mydaughter's eyes, and what she now saw confirmed it. "You've finally foundyour own level" my ex-wife spat at me as she thrust her fur into my armsto hang up in the hall closet. My daughter merely smiled at me gleefully and said, "Can you take thesefor me, Dad?" as she handed me her wrap and purse. I hung. “He told me he was in such pain and he was kissing me and playing with my tits. I just had to.”I shuddered as Mrs. Alberts drew down her daughter’s panties. My hands reached around Mrs. Albert’s body. I hugged her from behind as Tonya’s blue panties appeared, the crotch soaked and stained with pearly cum.My hands wandered around Mrs. Alberts body. I touched her wicked flesh. I slid up to cup her round breast with my left hand, feeling her soft mound, while my left hand drifted south. I found. He began stroking her arches. She had such pretty dainty feet. And her toenails were painted red. Her chubby toes looked just like candies."What are you doing now, you pervert?" she whispered."Just relax. Jesus. I'm only playing with your toes."Tanya sighed but she let him do what he wanted. At least he wasn't trying to feel her up. Though she realized how wet and turned on her cunt was.From watching all those fantastic horses, and their bodies, sweating and running through the desert. She.