I looked out, shrugged, she smiled and we went to the bed. She lay down and I lay beside her. She spread her legs a bit, allowing me to stroke her gro...n straining to stay within the tight thong. The mound under her thing front was not a camel toe, but more like a large knee, under a bandage. It was soaked on a line running down the middle of the red shiny satin. You could pretend to see a slit, but it was so tight I was mostly imagining. But when I ran my hand over her clit area, she moaned and. Zophia could raise Felix. She loves him almost as much as Leon. But I would not want my nephew raised entirely by that woman. She’s ok, but she’s nothing like me or my sister. Or like mom was. She’s nice and she has the best intentions, but my nephew deserves better than her as his parent.”“And yet I suspect that there is something else that you are worried about. I think I can guess, but tell me.”“Yes, I am worried. I worry that my middle-aged, grieving father might be so foolish as to marry. Bianca isn’t technically a MILF, not having any c***dren, but the young housewife is still the dream of many men in our neighborhood, both young and old. She gives Brandi a run for her money when it comes to turning heads while sunning herself in her bikini, although she doesn’t have any boobs to speak of at all, just a perfect ass and a nice tight body.Bianca has yet to follow the footsteps of myself and some of our friends with our girl/girl adventures, but that doesn’t mean we can’t dream. Instead of sitting on the chair opposite, she sat beside me on the sofa, with the cup in her left hand. She wiped her palm on her gown covered thigh which for a while tightened and I couldn’t resist eyeing her. She had a sip or two and I too was gulping down the tea ensuring to finish it soon and taking her permission.“Hey! Relax..! You seem to be in a hurry. Let the tea cool down.” said she and smiled at me. Her right hand slowly moved around my waist. She took another sip and kept the cup.