And what was there for him--her husband? Now, this... this Shirley Temple nightie! He hooked his fingers in the collar of the gown and pulled, tearing...the negligee down the front to her slender, ripely flaring hips. He caught glimpses of her voluptuously naked flesh beneath; her protruding musk-melon breasts so round and full, so quivering with softness and fleshy promise; her firm stomach that was curved out of ivory in subtle undulations and the "V" of her lush pubic mound. Everything--her. She enjoyed, too, his well-shaped arms and the outline of his chest visible beneath the black knit shirt he wore. She noticed the stubble on his chin, knowing how far he had driven just to be there with her. Finally, she met his eyes, knowing him instantly and intimately, and the vague doubt that had plagued her earlier disappeared. A grin touched her lips. ‘Hi, handsome,’ she said. ‘I guess you made it.’ *************** Chapter Four He hadn’t even had a chance to turn his key before the knob. ”He was waiting for us to leave so he could adjust his cock before walking in. I thought that was funny, and Mandy giggled, then whispered, “That was nice fuck face. I plan on showing him more of you soon.”We ate dinner and Mandy made me keep my legs open, just in case daddy wanted to look some more. After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen while mom, dad and Mandy went into the living room. I heard them talking, but didn’t know what was being said. Once I finished in the kitchen and had the. "Philip displayed poorly concealed surprise, "He must be the ultimate authority on vanships. I recall that you declined all offers of help when you first started to rebuild it."Bren concentrated on his next bite of fish and let her answer. He was willing to follow her lead, which was some comfort.She decided to entertain Philip's choice of conversational topic, to see where he intended to go. "If not all vanships, then at least mine. As you know, he owned the Warlock before I did. No one could.