The plane landed at JFK, as she walked into the airport she saw him. He was standing near the window, standing at 6 ft 2 in, he was the most gorgeous ...an she had ever seen. He was wearing a black button up dickie shirt, dark blue jeans, black Nikes, and a NY cap turn backwards. He was the man of her dreams. He was holding a vase with a dozen light pink roses, and Melina thought to herself "He remembered my favorite flower." She started walking toward him, she got close enough then jumped in his. I texted my wife a few times just to say," goodnight"... "I love you" and "why are you getting me all hot when our daughter is the only one around that can help me.". She didn't reply. I figured she had went to sleep early. Around 2am the phone vibrated "Are you fucking her yet" . "She's our daughter" I replied. "She is probably wet for you right now", was her only response. I turned around to look at my baby sleeping. Her body was positioned looking away from me. I pictured my 16 year old. The feel of the soft cloth felt nice and the action was certainly helping to put right her mussy head but as she smoothed the cloth over her the strangest thing happened, she began to have the darnest visions, sort of flashbacks. As she caressed and rubbed herself with the towel all that kept filling her mind were images of the pastor's face and pictures of large, erect black cocks.She shook her head as she picked up the dress from the floor and told herself, "Missy Braun, you need to stop with. “Franklin, lunch is Italian today: Manicotti stuffed with a spinach and ricotta cheese filling. It’s served with a garlicky red tomato sauce and freshly shredded Parmesan cheese. I wish I could eat more than one. You should probably take two.”We took our salads and lucky us, the main dish arrived before we sat down. I told Kimi I wanted one. She put a spoonful of sauce on a plate, one manicotti, and a half spoonful of sauce on top. The chef grated cheese on top and added a sprig of parsley..