He watched as Shella stood up and walked over to the merry-go-round. ‘I mean it Shella. You were the most beautiful woman at that damned dance,’ D...x told her. Shella turned to face him and studied the expression on his face. ‘Prove it,’ Shella challenged. ‘Excuse me?’ Dex asked. ‘You heard me Dexter David Thorne. If you really believe I’m beautiful, then prove it,’ Shella repeated. Before she had time to think, Dex pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue pushed past her slightly. So i took the last horse back to the day yard and came back to see the vet but to little did i no that the vet had to get pick up and go down the road for a little while, so i came back and his assitante was just standing the waitin gfor him so we started talking and laughing, and then my dreams came true when she just said would you like to fuck me, and i said hell yes, and then she said you have been making me wet all afternoon by rubbing that cock of yours into my ass to now i want to taste. There were ample breakfast cafes by the bay, one, in particular, was shabby and rusticly cute, dressed with small green plants and mismatched chairs but it had an amazing menu. Walking there hand in hand made me smile. She was so hard to read except when you were fucking her, even when she reciprocated. I guess that was part of her charm, the idea of her opening up emotionally was getting confused with her opening up physically, as crude as that sounded. We reached the stone steps leading up to. Angie's dad leaned over, closing his lips over Liz's perky left nipple which had hardened from the coolness of the air and the arousal of being fucked even though she didn't really want it. He flicked his tongue across her hard nipple, and then Liz could feel the horny father bucking his cock in and out as he groaned at the pleasurable feeling of fucking another tight teenaged pussy like his own daughter's."Yeah, take my big cock, Liz," the man said as he loved the sound of his cock fucking.