He knew he had to be a more careful and stretch her a little easier. So in three shorter, slower strokes, he was buried all the way in. Oh, wow! She w...s tight. Ann couldn’t believe how satisfying it was to be filled like this. It really had been too long. He started to thrust long strokes in her very wet pussy. The wet friction is a feeling like no other. Her hips quickly started to meet his thrusts, and his head bent to give her a quick kiss, then dipped lower to catch one of her bouncing. I mean that. Quite sincerely. I love you, I’d take a bullet for you, I’d follow you to hell and back ... which I think we’ve done, come to think of it ... but I never want you mad at me,” Deacon sincerely said.I smiled at him, and he could see the smile was in my eyes as well. “John, you’re a good man. Full of shit, sometimes, but fun. Don’t worry, if I ever get mad at you, I’ll make it as painless as possible. Something large caliber.” That set us off laughing, breaking the tension that we’d. ”After that, she went back to Gracey, grabbed her hand, and stepped them over to Dad.Somewhat abashedly, she asked, “Dad would you spend the weekend with Gracey and me in our houses?“I would love that.”The two of them wrapped Dad between them. Liya kissed all over the right side of his face, while Gracey tucked her head onto his left shoulder and began quietly crying. Liya moved her attention to Gracey, rubbing her back for a few seconds. She then pulled her arms to herself and turned nearly. “Do you two know how to play blackjack? If not I will show you. But we need to make it interesting… strip blackjack!” she commanded.Tom and I looked over at each other with the exact same question on our minds. “You realise that you are only wearing a t-shirt and we are fully clothed right?” When I looked back she had already dealt a hand. Tom and I made the collective unspoken decision and went with it.“I think we need more wine,” she advised and hopped off the couch to get it. She floated.