“I’d look cute with boobs, you know?” He winced, realizing that was exactly the wrong thing to say. “How about we not worry about boobs, and p...ay Strip-Poker when we get home. I haven’t seen you naked, since what... 2012?”She scowled as he grinned. He always gave her a hard time about changing her diapers when he was 3 years old. Like he really remembered doing that. If he ever actually did it, which she doubted.“You saw me naked plenty of times. Probably until I was 8 or 9.”He snorted. “Seeing. I sat in the hard green ‘easy’ chair and tried to justify my actions. “Lillie got super mad when I bought that car a couple of months ago --”She interrupted, “She should have, it’s really ugly.”I got defensive, “You want to hear this or not?” She nodded but I stopped as I realized I could use a drink, “Let’s go down to the bar and get something to drink, I’ll tell you why I’m here then you can tell my why you’re here.”My Angela still looked tense but her demeanor relaxed slightly when she. He was grinning as he walked back to his room and went to bed in his new town. The post master had Lester do the downtown route for his first few weeks, ‘Ms O’Reily is going on her honeymoon and it’ll let people get used to you and you can get to know the town,’ the Postmaster, Lynda Lust said, and handed him off to the flustering bride to be. Guadalupe O’Reily was neither Latin or Irish as far as Les could tell. She was a brunette in her forties, and best described as pleasantly plump if you. Around and around I licked her bud, knowing I was taking her places she had never been before. Her moaning continued to increase in volume as I continued my mission.“Daddy . . . that feels so awesome . . . I can hardly stand it,” she screamed as my tongue and lips continued to make love to her sweet pussy. Her legs were now circling my head as her body kept asking for more. Soon I felt her frame begin to shake with orgasmic relief. “Oh yes . . . YES . . . YES . . .” she screamed now with her.