”“What?” he asked me curiously.“Remember Kevin McGarry?” I grinned at him.“The billionaire? Yeah,” he nodded, “What about him?”“I ...et him today,” I grinned.“Don’t shit me, Em. You like what, met him on the street?” he laughed.“I'm not shitting you, Liam!” I laughed, “Honest! I met him at the house I will be working in.”“How? Was he like, visiting or what?” he asked, almost believing me.“Nope!” I shook my head, “That’s his house I will be working at.”“What?” he said, “I don’t believe you!”“Fine!. Playstation was the big ticket item that year and we went with that and also a 19 inch color television for their room so they could play the video games without the ruckus bothering us (little did I know I would be more hooked playing these games than them later on). We couldn’t wait to see their faces when they opened these gifts we knew we were going to get ‘you are the greatest parents ever!’ line for sure. The days went by and each evening after supper the boys would take a candy out of. My bare shaved pussy was fully accessible to Trevor’s inquisitive fingers as his right hand slithered from behind my neck and tantalisingly snaked toward my pussy. When his fingertips made contact with my shaved mound, I shuddered uncontrollably, feeling the sensual electric spark of his sensitive touch. I raised my buttocks up off the passenger seat, easing myself forward to meet his touch as his index finger slid effortlessly into my wet tight pussy.My pussy walls clamped around his masculine. " "No one's saying you are," I assured her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you." "Have you, ummm, ever seen, you know, actually seen one?" "Oh, no! Not me!" She sputtered, turning red again. "I'm sorry, I lied. That's not true. I, ummm, saw my brother's... And, oh, boy, this is embarrassing, I, ummm, saw my father's, you know... too. You won't tell anyone, will you?" I smiled. "Scout's honor." "Ummm, Marty," She began. "Yours... you know, yours is.