She looked confused, stumped, witha cute-girl pout and her eyes screwed up."Speak more slowly, Millie. You're talking too fast!"John was momentarily t...ken aback. He was used to, trained to, speakwith children. His male ego protested his expertise before he slammedit back down with a practised familiarity that exposed its well-bredcontempt. He spoke more slowly. "Who is Millie?" Wow! Your voice is so tiny! You're Millie, Silly!"That the smile happened yards away could not reduce its. When I put them on their sides and pressed them together so that they could rub their clits together, they began making out with a passion as well. When I started kissing each of them, they greedily tasted themselves and each other on my tongue. The sight of two women, a mother and daughter, handcuffed together as they tribbed each other and ardently kissed each other on the mouth was just too much. I was hard as steel by now. Well, forty minutes had passed since I last came.That was more than. I love that about him.It was obvious that the men loved my cooking and I was as proud of myself as I could be. After dinner we talked for a little longer and finished off the wine. Then I stood up and while Brad offered to clear off the table I took Mr. Morris's hand and started to lead him upstairs.Mr. Morris resisted a little at first when I tried to lead him upstairs to my bedroom. I don't know if he was afraid that I couldn't achieve the same results if I tried again or if he was just being. ..” she smiled back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face “I am so glad you came.”She just smiled shyly and replied “Hi Jignesh bhaiya...”Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at.