Walking into the kitchen I found a note...Dad I have a cold. I have rubbed Vicks all over my forehead and chest. And you may smell it. Sorry. My air p...rifier is running too. Can you check on me before you go to bed. Signed, Kelly with a happy face. My thoughts automatically were drawn to my sick daughter. I went up the stairs and quietly opened her door. There she lay. In her pajamas with the top buttons open. The sight of the top of her chest shining from the Vapor Rub. Her breathing was OK. Usually."Foolishness? I'll have you know that I had my black turtle neck shirt all pressed for the occasion. So there.We carried on like this for the thirty five miles to the gunsmith. Mr. Smith – he claimed a direct lineage to the Smith of Smith & Wesson fame – had my background check papers already and he had a real cute little .45 Springfield M1911A1 for sale. With a great deal of regret, I set it aside. I wanted something that would use the same ammunition as Arti's Glock. I settled for a. I took my time blowing lightly on the exposed bud. Barbara was becoming more active by raising her hips to greet my probing tongue. She now was gripping the bed sheets and began to moan. When I finally stroked her clitoris with my tongue, Barbara’s ass came off the bed. ‘Oh yes, right there. Please David, right in that spot and don’t stop.’ I continued to feast on her core of passion and at the same time inserted two fingers into her cunt. This seemed to put her into overdrive. She fought the. She sat down next to Ken on the couch. Everyone was of enjoying their drinks, when Ken said, "You know Tony, Maggie has never seen a real black cock, only in those sex movies." "You, have to be shitting me Ken? She’s never seen a black cock in the real, before," Tony replied. "No I'm telling you the truth, Why don't you show Maggie what a black cock looks like. "Wouldn't you like to see a real black cock, Maggie?" She looked embarrassed. "I don't know if I want to or not." "Come on Tony show.