A fine thin waist and looks like a round little ass too, baby.”“You take that back,” he said in a hushed voice his lower lip trembling.“Robert... tell Tony the truth about how he looks,” she said.“But...”“Tell him,” she ordered in a soft but firm voice.“You are lovely and with your long hair ... well, it’s super on you, actually quite cute.”Tony’s cheeks reddened, and his eyes glanced down, as a tear rolled down his cheek. The tears built in his eyes, one after another rolled down his attractive. That was a dreamplea for Gregory who, as a young black, was far more likely to get thebook thrown at him. She suspected the D.A. has more pressing cases onhis mind, and wasn't overly concerned with minor vandalism and"attempted" larceny. He also hated dealing with Vera whenever he couldavoid it.Gregory doesn't want anything on his record, so of course he wants to goto trial. A trial where they will lose, and she will spend dozens ofhours of her life preparing for as if they will not. Dozens of. Much later that night, when we got home, we had a spa together, and that’s when the lust in my wife started to grow. Sitting in the spa between us with her hand wrapped firmly around both our cocks, she said,” what a lucky girl am I”. A bit later once we had been in the spa for a while, I noticed that she was giving him a nice snog, but what was going on below the water, I had no idea, until her hips thrust up from below the water level, with his fingers thrusting violently in and out of her. "Daddy, can we go fishing today?" she would ask excited and always full of hope."Not today, but maybe real soon though," he would promise her.If that little girl had her way, she'd be down on the Pecos River fishing every day. What am I supposed to be raising here, a tomboy? he thought.When Abigail turned fifteen, he started allowing her to ride her horse down to the river. Many times, he would have the occasion to watch her unobserved. Sitting on his horse behind some cottonwood trees unseen,.