‘Your daughters are Italian, and, if you don’t mind me saying, you are most definitely Italian, but you speak English without a trace of an accent...’ She smiled at me. ‘I am Italian, but I was raised in Zzumerzet!’ ‘Now, don’t you go trying to kid I, that!’ I kidded her. ‘Honestly! At one time I had a humdinger of an accent, but then I went to a Public School, where they knocked all the West Country right out of us.’ ‘They did a bloody fine job, by the sound of it.’ ‘Thank you. But surely you. That made her feel safer and she said, “I bet he goes for it”. I said, “baby if you go for it he will too”. She said she would call or text me back in a little while. I told her “ have fun baby”. Back to working I lost track of the time when my phone buzzed, it was about an hour from our last call,….it was a text from her, I expected it to be “internet is fixed – he’s gone” message, just an update,…..the text read “he’s finished fixing the internet and I’m finished fucking him” My cock grew. Emileigh grinned at her sister as their father bid them goodnight . He went into his room and they went to theirs. Emileigh kissed her sister and slowly unzipped her dress. Ashleigh was ready with harden nipples and a wet pussy. Emileigh's hand went straight to it and rubbed her nub as she kissed her sisters neck. Ashleigh moaned, and took the spaghetti straps of her sister's dress and pulled it down. They were now naked. "You're so beautiful, Ash," Emileigh said. She gazed at her sister's. Youtube.com/watch?v=zDe5Ckt4joQLet's start from the ground up - graceful, shapely feet taken from a prima ballerina. Nothing like having a good partner to go dancing with. Going up, we have the slim, white, muscular looooooong legs of a Swedish beach volleyball player. Ah, the paradox of Sweden; they have horrible beaches but bombshell blond volley ball players...On top of the legs, we'll have a big, curvy, juicy, smackable, spankable round bubble butt ass. And let's face it, black girls have.