They had baked ziti, spinach, & a side garden salad with Italian dressing.The 59 year-old stayed close to Joel. =============Saturday, 13 December 201...:Cleavon and Joel were playing gin.Cleavon said, “You got some pretty eyes.”“What,” Joel choked.“I always liked light eyes. My ex-wife had hazel eyes.”“Oh cool.”“My last bitch had light-brown eyes,” he shared.“You really are into eyes I see,” joked the white man.“Yeah! And asses too. My last bitch had a nice big, soft ass!”“Oh okay.” Joel laid. Slowly but surely, she was doing all of the work herself. Now my own instincts started to kick in, I wanted to fuck, but pulled out of her rather than pushing deeper, she was close to cumming and let a moan of dissapointment as she realised what I was doing. Not giving her time to realise it fully, I pushed my cock slowly deeper into her, about half of the shaft now buried into her, giving her a split second to grab the cushion again as she cried out in her most powerful orgasm yet, the. We talked for another ten minutes and then said our goodbyes and I walked through and handed the phone back to Cal.Five minutes later, Cal ended the call and then launched herself at me.“She said yes,” she squealed as she landed on me, her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist.“Actually,” I said, “she gave me blanket permission to be with anyone I liked until we get together again.”“But that will be months away,” she said.“Cal,” I said, a warning note in my voice.She looked at me. Joanne Wilson took a deep breath and looked down at her dad, lying silently across her lap. She then looked up at her mother, who stood there, with the ebony-backed clothes brush in her left hand. She nodded to her daughter. Joanne’s hard right hand landed with an extremely loud “slap!” across the centre of her father’s flabby buttocks. They wobbled as they reacted to the impact. A second later and another blow from the twenty-one-year-old’s hand landed with a “slap!”Jim Wilson winced as the.