“So what kinda rules we talking about”? I explain that it's mostly simple common sense stuff---dont fuck with the little k**s, no making fun of ot...er k**s—every body gotta learn, no fighting—unless it's me, and no dope. We also make sure that all the k**s got protection gear. If they don't , or can't afford it—we get it for them. “Ya, but I just saw you and a couple of dudes sharing a joint”. “Ya, we might get a buzz from time to time, but we stay outta sight. Mostly the rule is to guard the. Heated fingers tickled tentatively over my bared breast, ran small circles over my skin, and the wish to please my one love kept me in my place. I tried to appear unfazed, but my hesitance didn’t hold up for long. Monica knew what she was doing. Her fingernails trailed closer and closer to my nipple, and I could feel it tighten in anticipation. Another mewl. A whispered, “Of course you may.” The soft, wet lips around my nipple felt so sensual that a whimper escaped my throat. Teeth pinched my. She left the room, and I sat there for a few minutes, relieved that she hadn’t caught me drooling over naked pictures of our daughter-in-law online. By the time I got back to the bed room, my wife was already asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I decided to lie down and go to sleep myself. I kissed my wife on the cheek and laid down beside her. Soon, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my naked daughter-in-law in all of her gothic glory. By the time I got up the next morning, my wife had already. Mean while I kept one hand on each of her wealthy mount, wow that was amazing I found her niplle, that was little strong to hold. I crushed it with my fingers and then massaged her whole boobs with my hand for few minuites and moved down my right hand down. It reached her pussy over the nighty.Kissing on her mouth, crushing her boobs in left hand and tickling her pussy over her dress in right hand. She was at her peak I moved her dress up and saw soft hairs all over her legs that added fire to.