"Why, why do you want to know?"Alison just smiled. "Because I'm prepared to bet our house on the fact that he doesn't know you've been to the authorit...es about my children or for that matter wouldn't want you to. Come to think of it--" she looked around again "--where is Donald, I don't see him around anywhere?" He's inside watching television, why?" Would you mind asking him to come outside for a few moments." I will do no such..." Mrs. Cresswell I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I think. After lifting my skirt, I was able to get my fingers inside my panties and satisfy my dripping pussy.”To hear his wife talk like this was still unsettling for Jordan. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy her use of words. It was just still surprising. “Were you able to get yourself off?” he asked.“I didn’t really try,” she confessed. “I just edged for a while. After lunch, I did it again. Around 3:00, I put my wet finger under my nose to see how it smelled and wiped some of my juice on my upper lip.. “You’ve heard about the Israeli-Palestinian peace accord?”“Sure,” Callie nodded. Everyone knew about it; the single biggest achievement in the past fifty years, all due to President Richards. He was going to have a real legacy in the history books.Hunter continued. “The peace accord would never have happened three years ago. Yosef Sloman, the Prime Minister at the time, was adamantly opposed to any recognition of Palestine and railed against the UN’s acceptance of a Palestinian State. If you. His contented moans were telling me he was enjoying it. I parted my lips and put the tip of it in my mouth. Then I slowly took more in until it was all the way my mouth. My dad let out a small gasp and I stopped. I thought I might have done something wrong.I moved back up, once again snuggling up against him. I could feel wetness in my cuny and I started lightly rubbing it. Then he placed his hand on my hip. Then his hand dropped to my butt and he rubbed my butt cheek. I stopped rubbing myself..