Mitch’s mum had come over to show photos of her new grandc***dren.Daddy didn’t know whether he was the father or grandfather but he didn’t care,...he would love them the same.A few days later the girls & babies came home to the family home and soon settled into the new wing that had been built for the new arrivals.True to their word the girls didn’t bother Daddy & Marack for anything even though fatherhood had changed Daddy & Marack.The girls didn't want the bother of dickhead husbands around and. I gave him my best 'come hither' glance and he wasted no time in leaping onto the bed, grabbing me by the hips and, in one fluid motion, slipping my thong down my legs and past my feet, manoeuvring me so that I was straddling him. His hands traveled up from my hips and round my back as he unfastened my bra and freed my breasts. I could feel his dick pulsating under me, and reached to remove his underwear. His cock sprand out to greet me—a sight I had truly missed. I bent down and gave it a. ‘I wish my lords good health,’ Galon said, his tone perhaps just hinting at the possibility that it would be no matter to him if they fell down dead on the spot. The soldier who had spoken first tossed him a big package wrapped in brown cloth. ‘Tomorrow morning,’ he said, ‘Rosette daughter of Galon will put on this clothing. She will wear none of her own filthy rags, and she will carry nothing of her own – not so much as a needle. We will come for her one hour after dawn.’ Without another word. She held the door open. I stepped in and sat on the couch in front of the fan. From the couch, I could watch Julia in the kitchen, and when she stood on her toes to reach into the cupboard, the fringe of her cutoffs revealed the crease below her tender white ass. Her t-shirt was tight, but I didn’t see any bra straps. When she caught me checking her out, her apple cheeks drew her lips into a clever smile.She put my lemonade on the coffee table. Droplets of water ran down the glass and pooled in.