“So,” said Misty as they got on the highway to Hutchinson. “Is Renee your girlfriend?”Bobby looked over at her. She couldn’t tell what was o... his face.“Nope,” he said. “She’s just a friend too.”Misty spent the rest of the trip in silence. When she wasn’t thinking about all the women who seemed to be so willing to kiss this man, and how comfortable he seemed to feel with all their children, she was thinking about that picture of him standing in the window.All thoughts of Bobby fled when Misty. .At least that's what I really wanted to say and do. As soon as I thought about how much I love her though I snapped out of my rage and realised that I was still downstairs, staring at the staircase, plotting what I would do about her disobedience. Thankfully, I always have my selection of "tools" for such an occasion. I could hear Little Missy huffing and puffing in the bedroom upstairs. After composing myself, I slowly walk up the stairs, with enough force to let her know I was coming and. She has got big bouncy boobs and glass figure, nicely shaped thighs, fair in colour. Due to small house, we(children) sleep in same room but on different mattresses, I used to stretch my hand towards apeksha and touch her bare arms and shoulders, and act like if I m sleeping and did that unintentionally, with the passage of time it became routine, and soon I touched her boobs, and belly. Sometimes put my leg over her legs and etc.Somehow I figured out that she too like it as she always put her. Desperate, movements awkward, we shimmy you awkwardly out of thin, Tinkerbelle-print pajamas. Throaty growls and high-pitched moans mingle and harmonize when your hot naked ass settles over my lap. Your hips swivel, trapping my shaft between your tight muscular crevice, pussy drooling warm fragrant cream that gets my mouth watering.There’s a pregnant pause… two sets of lungs sucking down oxygen, two hearts thumping wildly, threatening to rip from their cages of bone and cartilage to slow dance.