Vous pourrez vous endormir avec, vous masturber, la contempler, la ranger avec d'autres petites culottes (peut être encore les miennes ...). Bref c'e...t un petit bout de moi qui sera avec vous. A votre demande j'aurais pu faire pipi dans ma culotte, ou laisser de légères traces de mes fesses : un coktail d'odeurs fortes que vous ne pourrez qu'apprécier. Je suis sûr que vous êtes déjà en érection, et que vous n'avez qu'une seule envie : m'acheter une de mes petites culottes. Mais vous serez. I wanted to help it to slip in smoothly, though I was very aware that this was going to hurt a little bit. Right now I did not care about the pain, I just knew that I wanted both of them and I wanted them both now. I lowered my ass against daddy’s cock slowly, I wanted to take my time the best that I could to get more comfortable. I wanted to ease his cock in slowly so that I would not change my mind. I wanted to want this more then anything else, so time had to be on my side. “Oh fuck,” I head. "They had raided the small refrigerator in the suite during the wee hours of the morning, but the smell of the hot food suddenly keyed Art's appetite. I'm ravenous. Not that I don't seem to be that way most of the time, anyway, he thought. His wives put some scrambled eggs on their plates, then handed him the platter. He put a generous helping on his plate, only to hear a quiet sniff from Diana, who reached past him. Taking his butter knife, she held the platter near his plate and pushed. He sat up. The philosopher in him made him examine things. It hadn't been hard work. It had been strenuous ... but it was a blast. Anything that much fun couldn't be considered work. The philosopher in him reminded him there was unfinished business. He got up.She was in the kitchen, feeding Aidan."Hi, Bob," chirped the little boy."Hi, sport," he said."My name is Aidan!" said Aidan."I know," Bob told him. "I'll remember." He looked at Layla. "I need to talk to you." We already talked," she.