Like Edward’s ass might be.” She feigned sudden inspiration. “Now that’s an idea! See how you compare to his genuine teen-tight ass.”Tom str...ggled not to laugh. Where did she come up with this stuff? He had to teach her a lesson.“That crack deserves a good retaliation, Mrs. Doyle!” Snatching the tablet away, he tossed it onto his table and then yanked Penny over his lap. She squealed softly, giggling and trying to fight him off.“Don’t you dare, Mr Doyle!”Laughing harshly, he hauled down her. “Are we crazy to be doing this, honey?” she asked, genuinely seeking a discussion and guidance on a question that had obviously been troubling her.I gave her a reassuring squeeze and, as I’d been thinking of this a fair amount recently, was immediately able to give her the benefits of my husbandly wisdom.“No, honey. We’re not crazy, so long as we remember what comes first. So long as we don’t confuse the sugar rush of a great dessert with the wholesome nutrition of a salad and a filling main. " Looks good in it! Damn Kathy that suit says "COME FUCK ME" all over it. I don't want to see her wearing that." Is that because it made YOUR cock jump? That's it, isn't it; she looks so good in it that it gets you worked up. Yeah, I bet that is it." All right, you want to hear it, do you? Yeah, seeing a sexy young girl dressed provocatively does get me, and all guys a little excited, even if it is Megan. The thing is, it is Megan and I feel guilty looking at her as a sex object, it wrong.". ”I looked up at the rear view mirror. I could only see his eyes, but he certainly looked like he was smiling. “I take it I stank?”“To be honest, you reeked,” he said.I glanced at Greta. “So, what’s she casting now?”He focused on the GPS built into the dashboard. “Protective spells. We don’t have a vest for you.”I nodded and tried to brace myself. There was no telling what these spells would feel like.Greta stopped after casting three spells on me. To be honest, I didn’t feel anything other than.