I continued wiggling it and he slapped it a few more times. You are a naughty girl aren't you? He said to me and continued slapping my ass.My pussy wa... wet and I was loving the fact my boyfriends dad was treating me like a dirty little whore. He did a few more spankings and then left. I was wishing/hoping it went further but it didn't THIS time.this happened a few times for about a week and it kind of became like a routine in different rooms and scenarios. He'd ask me to pick up the tv remote. Testing the territory, she let herself sink deeper onto his body, feeling the warm water envelop their bodies and matching the heat she felt inside of her body. She lowered herself as far as she could before lifting her body almost all the way from him, before sinking down on him again. Faster this time. His hands were clinging to her waist again as if he was trying to push her onto his cock. She laid her hands on his shoulders and used him to balance herself as she started to fuck him in. Was she worried it would be too big for her tight little Japanese pussy? I forgot to mention earlier that when she was exploring the wonders of that handbag in the store, I could smell one thing that overpowered the strong smell of the leather: wet pussy.After I paid for lunch, and the two bottles of wine, I suggested we go to my apartment for a rest before we saw some more of the city and had dinner. We barely shut the door to my apartment before I had her pressed against it, her arms over. ‘Tough luck son,’ the old man said. Placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, he tried to comfort me. ‘But sometimes, miracles happen…’ Rising to my feet, I barely heard him. With my dog’s lifeless body at my chest, I took Scrappy by the leash in my other hand and started home, weeping as we went. Scrappy jumped and pawed, whining at my knees the whole way. Like me, I believe he was trying hard to comprehend why only moments ago, little September Snow, who’d been running along side him free as.