Asis, “I want to see some mother/daughter incest.”“Mmm, then let’s go upstairs,” purred Mrs. Asis. “My bed awaits.”“Yes!”Allie jumpe... to her feet and rushed for the stairs. Pita shook her head as the footsteps drummed up them. “She doesn’t even know which one is the master bedroom.”“She’ll figure it out,” I said as Mrs. Asis stood up, blinking.“She’s ... energetic.”“A living tornado.”Mrs. Asis smiled at me then headed up the stairs. Pita and I, holding hands, followed her mother’s plump rump.. Glaring at him, silently begging him to not be so mean, she bent back over the arm of the couch, grabbing onto the cushion and silently (as if in some sort of protest) waiting.“Don’t let get of the cushion now, you hear?” he said right before another explosion rocked her backside, and she cried out. The heat was intense and as the pain radiated outward, she held on for dear life. “3!”“No, we had to start over, try again...” he said, and she began to swear at him in her head.Crack. “1!” Talia. Well ... Tiffany had to put her foot down on that one. No, there wasn't going to be any buckwheat porridge and fried potatoes, not in Tiffany's kitchen.Tiffany kissed Vladik passionately; her bare body pressing against his freshly pressed uniform. Tiffany was one of those lucky women whose figures never seem to change, no matter how old they are or how many kids they have. Tiffany slipped her hands under his belt to squeeze his bottom. She gave him a mischievous look ... get home early Vladik,. Traffic was bad until we got about fifteen miles from the track, and then I could finally pick up some speed. We stopped for dinner at a roadhouse about five miles into Georgia, and after we ordered, I excused myself and went to the payphone to call Kara.“Steve! I didn’t expect to hear from you until you got here on Wednesday. How are you?”“Good, Honey. I had to call to wish you well because you’re starting your job tomorrow. And to tell you how much I love you.”“I miss you Snuggle Bear! What.