As she left for work she asked me to please help her out by washing the dirty clothes and putting them away while she was gone. She would not have tim... after getting home late and jokingly said he would have to wear a pair of her panties tomorrow morning if the laundry was not done because all my tidy whites are dirty. She apologized for having to ask but she was putting in way to many hours at work, keeping up with the domestic chores and had a full day at the office ahead of her. Jack. I crack an eye enough to tell that my door’s ajar, the hall light silhouetting Andrea’s nightcap beside my bed.Holy shit! Better shut my eyes and act asleep.A hard-on’s not something that you can just will away, especially coming out of a dream about naked basketball.First it’s my sheet getting pulled down. Then it’s her hand on my pajama bottoms. Then it’s what had been back and forth, now more up and down, her so close that the top of her nightcap bounces me, once per stroke.Keep your eyes. I didn't know when he'd done that, but I shuddered. I whimpered, my legs spread in wanton need. I would give him all that delight. I just ached for his cock to slide into me.Daddy aimed it at my snatch, his hungry look in his eyes. I shuddered as he pressed his cock against the folds of my pussy. I knew this would hurt. Girls I'd grown up with always whispered about it always hurting the first time. Even the second could be uncomfortable.“Daddy,” I whimpered.“I love you, Junebug,” he said and. Two wispy plumes drifted from Vesuvius across an otherwise perfectly clear sky. Ina Balinski sat in the boat’s austere passenger cabin beside Tracy Tomlinson and her sister Becky, the motion inside wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but any waterborne conveyance made Balinski green, and the foil’s peculiar motion was no exception. She looked at the twins and noted that both still seemed to inhabit some other dimension, they both – to her – appeared transiently psychotic… like schizophrenics fighting.