Allen is the next 'patriarch' and has said he'd like to keep the Parmentier House in Parmentier hands. He's also said that you will always be welcome ...ere."Surprisingly, the farm is almost self-supporting, and your mother has plenty of assets to keep it, and herself, in any style she wants."Any questions?" Just one, daddy. Why won't you let me stay with you? I would feel much better if I could hold your hand and kiss your cheek every day. And if you can't recognize me, it doesn't matter. I can. I started stroking her and the speed increased wit every stroke. I put all my power in pumping her pussy and she also reacted accordingly. She held me tightly in both her hands and encouraged me to fuck her hard with her sexy and sweet cries ooohhhh mmm ahhhh fuck me my baby tear my pussy fuck me as hard as you can. I’m all yours baby. No one can fuck me like you do aaaahh and I kept fucking her in the same position till I felt a bit tired and she understood it. She now changed the position and. There isn't a flaw on it. I’ve seen guys stare all day into her lovely cobalt blue eyes and never get tired of looking at her beauty. Her breasts are nothing more than average, about a thirty-six C, but like the rest of her they're perfect too. Her lovely breasts are firm and full, the type that men are always dying to caress, squeeze and of course suck on. Today she had on her faded Daisy-Duke cut offs and a wife-beater t-shirt, no bra and some sandals. Sensing their interest, Georgette. “Open the glove box, baby, and put the blindfold on, please.”My hands are shaking, but I did it. He turns the car on and we are on the move again. “Fifteen minutes, then we’ll be there,” he said.I can feel the car slowing down, we were on a gravel road and I had no idea where he took me. The car rolls to a stop and he shuts it off. I could hear him getting out as gravel crunched under his feet. My door opened and he took my hand. He led me down a gravel path, and up a small flight of stairs. I.