I know she is only there because I am paying you for her to go out with me, still she treats me great and does her best to make sure I have a good tim.... I respect that, and if Brad and her belong together I won't let my brothers family loyalty keep him from asking her out. He would never ask if I was still her 'boyfriend' We don't treat family that way at my house. So we will have to break up tomorrow night." Dude whatever, but he is gonna have to pay like anyone else if he wants a date with my. Her mother was in her own world next to her, glazed bloodshot eyes half-closed. She was in a reclined position (remember that pretty much every moment of this game happened with our lower legs in some degree of inter-tanglement). The tops of her nice tits were mostly above the surface, but neither of her hands were. Her left was under her tits somewhere. Her right hand, the one that had gone so easily from cock-loving respect to water-jet propulsion no more than ten seconds ago, was now firmly. He had candlelight in his flat. Mmmm, a little unusual.Curious, she switched off the tv, turned out the lights of her flat and sneaked out onto the patio. Her binoculars zooming in, focusing on his lounge room. Hamish wore a black leather vest, a studded dog's collar, a black leather pouch concealed his genitals. Mmmm, something kinky. This could be a laugh, she thought.He disappeared from his lounge room. She waited, settling herself in the recliner. He suddenly reappeared from his bedroom,. "Why, what's wrong?" She let the slightest smirk creep onto her face and give away the game. I was being pranked. Thinking of her so serious and frantic, i cracked up laughing. She broke into a smile to but then quickly got back into character."It's my husband! There's something wrong with his..."she looked around, then lowered her voice. "...his penis." And what is that?" I said, trying to be serious and play along. But she was too damn cute and funny."It's not in my mouth or ass," she replied.