My husband couldn't believe how excited I was or how brazen I was in teasing those two. Our adventures escalated from there and we continued taking pi...tures. With the advent of the digital age our games with the one hour developers ended. Dave accumulated a vast collection of digital pictures and stored them on our computer and on floppy disks (anyone remember them?).One night I caught him on a web site looking at pics of other women. I asked what he was doing. He was very embarrassed and told. And her daughter Natalie.Dad’s most successful wife, Penelope Stone, is a very famous actress, who, again, is NOT a porn actress. She’s legit. Though, how much of her renown is because of her big rack, hard to say.Here’s Penelope’s daughter, Hope.And Dad’s last wife, Whitney Stone.She has two daughters, Elizabeth and Gabrielle.Elizabeth was the youngest of all of my sisters, being only four months older than me, meaning she just hit her eighteenth birthday four months ago. The oldest of my. “They’re just dreams. And I gave up men to join the convent.”“I think you’re supposed to give up thinking about men, too,” said Melody.“Which is why I decided, after a few years of prayer and reflection, that maybe being a nun wasn’t for me.”“And did you decide this before you went on the run with him and he dreamed about you ... or after.”“They’re very realistic dreams,” I sighed. “Very. Speaking of which, when we were watching you, it looked like you don’t have a boyfriend. Is that. I didn't know if he really expected an answer. When he sort of leaned around me with a quizzical look on his face, I knew he did. Gathering what strength and composure I had, I decided to be honest. "Good," I said with a very low voice, almost a whimper. He nodded quietly, then did the expected and slipped a finger under my thong, sliding it deep and the entire length of me. I threw my head back and moaned, the invasion being a delayed welcome. "You're very wet," he said. "Do you always get so.