— no nos ha dicho su nombre, y eso es de mala educación. — Es mas mala educación entra a la casa de una mujer sola sin tocar la puerta. Y mi n...mbre es Tisha. — dije yo mientras me levantaba de la silla y trataba de cubrir mi cuerpo con la bata. Quise dar un paso adelante para caminar pero el perro Spanky me lo impidió olisqueando mi entrepierna como es que lo hacen los perros — Hey, eso esta mal, muy mal, Bobby detén a tu perro por favor.— Seguramente huele bien, el lo siente y por eso lo. I realized my mother had put on weight in the last one year and her ass had become fuller and there were layers in her waist line. She wore a thin golden chain around her waist that accentuated her folds and payels around her ankles that made tinkling sound as she walked. She had become a buxom woman, a full-bodied fair and lovely, fleshy sexpot that I began to desire during my waking hours. This was the first time that I realized that women have hair in their armpits like men and it drove me. It would be better for you. You deserve a normal life, Mal. What I’ve felt for you all these years has been a crazy, juvenile fantasy and I know it.”“What about what I’ve felt for you?” I asked.“Puppy love,” he said. “At least I hope so. You get to always love me as Chrissy’s adopted sister and my adopted daughter, but you deserve a man you can understand and who you have things in common with.”“Puppy love,” I muttered. Puppy love was what I had for Jerome Quincy in the second grade, and Paul. She continued 'testing' her dripping sex, never taking her gaze off Robs watching eyes. "I think you deserve a present young lady," he said, as he stood up and dropped his shorts. It was half erect and menacing. She didn't need more instruction, and was on her knees in a flash, salivating on his wondrous weapon. He stripped his shirt off her and lay her on her back. In the 69 position they sucked and licked each other for awhile until Lesley just couldn't take any more of him nibbling her clit.