Not any more." I understand. Let me get someone to take your around and show you howeverything works.He put the phone to his ear and hit a preset num...er. After speakingbriefly he assured the women there would be only a slight delay.They sat in a pair of comfortable chairs. Min said, "I can't wait tosee how they're getting along. They must be so happy that we'rehelping them get to know their feminine sides." Honestly. It would be nice to have them at home, but it's worth oursacrifice to. In short: I study "EXPERTIMENTAL EROTICS" for the last sexy sixty yummy years.I made sure to protect ourselves in my younger years of 'Deft Defloration' of girlfriends, and next their girlfriends, younger sisters, team- or school-colleagues. Over age fourty - almost thirty years ago - I stopped to protect, as likely offspring with so much younger partners, schoolgirls mostly, some first year students - is daughters, which I love and amore to educate emotionally, as much as I hate to have sons.. She had that wispy baby hair.“She looks like you,” I said to Wes. I still couldn’t tear my eyes off our daughter.“She does,” he agreed. “But she’s got your fire.”He was right. She was feisty with the nurses, already showing the world who was boss.“Dragon Lady,” Wes said to me and then turned to our daughter, “Dragon Baby.”I laughed and laughed and laughed.Bean kind of stuck. We called her that, even though her name was Charlotte and she should have been called Charlie for short. Things don’t. She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nipples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers.