Laughing lightly, I run a slender hand over mypanty clad vulva, loving how soft it feels, how smooth her panties areas they rest on my pussy.In the mi...ror, I watch the image of my mother pull the waist band ofthe lacy panties higher with her small fingers, feeling the crotchpanel of her panties tighten against my pussy. Glancing up, I see asmall smile on my mother's lovely face, her eyes filled with joy. Ifeel the same small smile on my full, soft lips. Satisfied, I watch mymother's reflection. You need to decide it you're going to allow him to eat people food or just dog food. There are people who lean both ways." How do you feel about it, Jack?" I think he should get a balanced diet of dog food and should get some people food once in a while. I see nothing wrong with giving him a taste of hamburger after it's cooked. But like I said, put some good stuff in him first. People food's fine for dogs as long as it's done in moderation. Some people would tell me I'm cruel by subjecting a. But he kept banging into her like a demented jack-hammer on speed. It was the same story in the next two bedrooms. But, in the last one, Helen, one of the other girls who shared the house, was just sliding her pants back over her wet crotch and the man, who wasn’t her present boyfriend was doing up his belt, a triumphant smile on his freckled face.. “Hi Tracy,” Helen giggled guiltily. “It’s all yours. Have fun. There are rubbers in the drawer if you want them.” She pushed her lover out of the. Whenever she did that, it was like being married to a whole different woman, and often our sex-life renewed itself whenever she did that, which was certainly fine with me. She still had a knockout figure, though she was always complaining about the few extra pounds she was carrying, though damned if I could ever really see them, usually I was just staring at her tits. Carol still had lovely breasts, full, ripe and perfectly proportioned, though there again, she saw flaws that I never did,.