She's wearing a lovely light blue party dress, white leggings, and before she slipped them off to snuggle, white Mary Janes.The young mother groans as...she hates to leave this cozy snugglefest, but the aftermath of the birthday blowout requires her attention just as the little girl needs to be cleaned up and put to bed. The husband gallantly offers to spare his beloved the clean up duties allowing her to properly send little sleeping beauty off to dreamland. The young woman can't believe her. There were a lot of gnats around us and the area smelled like Budweiser and cat piss (or maybe that is just Budweiser).Around 2pm we decided to walk over to the Southfork Restaurant. They literally had black folding tables to sit down on and everyone stared at us because we were dressed like total sluts. I asked for a booth but there were only folding tables. I had to kick Rory under the table to remind her to cross her legs.“I am just trying to advertise,” Rory whispered and told me we needed. "Sis ... I..." he started to confess everything.Miranda opened her eyes and saw the strain on his face."Shhhh," she said, holding one finger up and putting it against his lips. "I'm going to go put on my jammies now." She sat up, holding the bra across her breasts.As she stood, Bob realized both girls were watching the adults, and may have been for some time. They looked interested, but not shocked at seeing their mother holding a loosened bra over her breasts as she left the room. The girls. Laying there in ecstasy, more explosions rip through me when you replace your fingers with your lips. Running my own fingers through your hair, I can’t believe how much pleasure you’re giving me. Never before has anyone taken me to the heights you have. My heart pounds like the beating of a drum, my breath struggling as you begin to kiss your way back up my sweat drenched body. Your hands caress my face, kissing me deeply. In an instant I feel your hardness slide into me where only moments.