But she noted that when erect, it was thick. She didn't know for sure,she was basing just on what she had seen briefly.Mandy didn't think Phil realize... all this was going on in her head. Butone day, after Phil had been drinking quite a bit, he brought it up."Mandy, I told you I liked looking at Cindy's body and you got mad, butI'm no spring chicken, and I know you are watching Len. What's up withthat? The irony is incredible!"Mandy then said something that would change Phil's life view. While I could see the family resemblance in their identical model and year, and especially in the eyes, Mirabelle was flashier than Sally's restrained elegance. While she has the same clean lines, you just can't ignore her metallic candy apple red paint, aftermarket chrome wheels, and — dare I say — substantially enhanced pinstriping. Nor the slightly throatier rumbling of her exhaust system."Hello, stranger-not-for-long," Mirabelle boldly introduced herself in a husky contralto."Mirabelle,". I moaned against his mouth as his fingers found my straining nipples. Taking the between his thumb and forefinger, first one then the other, he pinched them gently, stretching them, milking them until they grew into hard thimbles of flesh. I had never felt them get so erect, so hard. My nipples throbbed like to fiery-hot coals atop my cooler tit flesh. They felt so swollen that I was sure they were about to explode at any second. Finally, pulling my mouth from his, I spoke for the first time. “Will you color with me Mike?”“Sure pardner”, Mike lifted the five year old into his lap, “We can color while Momma gets breakfast ready and then we’ll have to put it away, OK?”“OK”“Mike?”“Yeah, buddy?”“Why was momma crying last night?”“She had a bad dream and it scared her.”“I don’t like it when Momma cries.”Mike hugged the little man. “I don’t like it either. That’s why we have to take good care of her.”Ronnie got quiet and colored for a few minutes. He looked up at Mike. “Are you going to be.