'But I liked it once, didn't I? Why did I do it?'Hugh felt Mr. O'Neil squeeze his hand. Hugh looked at him and smiled, and was rewarded when Mr. O'Nei... smiled back.'Maybe I just had to prove to myself that I could do it. But, now what do I do? What do I want to do? Should I be getting married? Should I go back to school?'Hugh's mind wandered over the events of the few months. He had been very busy, helping Erin, doing the laundry, keeping the house neat, planning the wedding, doing the. The thing was, she really didn’t turn me on that much. Looking back, I think that part of the trouble was that even though she was almost fifteen, she still had the body of a much younger girl, as I said before, and my tastes run to ... well, more developed women, as I said before. Women like Louise or my wife, with tits that sag and swing and jiggle when you fuck them. Which is kind of odd, since I’d been fucking my daughter Heather on a regular basis ever since she was initiated, and she. She said that she will think about it and went on to tell me that she was not ready to get married but would like to be my friend. We decided to meet on Memorial Day weekend and I drove to her place. It was my bad luck that her mother was also visiting her the same weekend. So we acted as if it was coincidence and she insisted that I spend time with them. We went out for dinner and in between I kept insisting to Saloni that I wanted to see her tattoo, after much persistence she promised to show. It was only a few seconds later than the group decided to use their remaining energy to head to the showers and then to Rebecca's large bed for a well-deserved nap.Two by two, the girls wandered into Rebecca's room. None of the visitors except for Cassie had been inside before and Allie and Shelly stopped in their tracks when they entered.The bed before them was more than 7 feet wide. It was wider than it was long, in fact."Where did she get that?" Shelly wondered."Wherever it was, we need.