Main uski peeth sahla raha tha aur dhere se uske ghagre ka nada khol diya jisse vidya poori nangi ho gayi. woh mujhse aur jor se chipat gayi.Mainin vi...ya ko utha kar jaccuji mein le gaya and hum do let gaye. maine vidya se kaha ki woh mujhe ek peg bana kar de par woh sharma rahi thi. maine gusse se kaha to woh uth gayi and main uske cuttad dekh kar must ho gaya and jor jor se dabane laga. maine dhere is uski choot par ungli ghomaye to vidya palat kar khadi ho gayi aur uski saans bahut tej chal. Now he looked at me, waiting I should do as I had been ordered.I felt the butterfly buzzing and the known heat it gave me every time I used it on my burning clit. He also put a finger over my mound, waiting for me.I closed my eyes and opened my red lips, to moan while the burning sensation was being built up in my cunt.Then suddenly it was there, that amazing dull ache, that crazy slow throb. As I felt it even deeper, making me gasp a bit and moan, I knew I was in trouble. Because that bastard. "Um ... yeah, I ... I think so." Is she upset about breaking up with the guy from back home?" I think so," I repeated, mentally stumbling over substituting Alan for Sharon, who was Gerri's cover story for her romance with Sharon...Wes snorted. "That's probably a good thing. He sure has a stick up his ass." Alan?" He has a big stick up his ass. Whenever he comes up here he hardly says shit to anyone, just stays glued to Gerri wherever she goes. It's like he's stalking her or something." Guess I. She went from plaque to plaque and trophy to trophy studying each one intently."Where's you stuff, dad?" she asked. "My friends have been telling me about football stuff you won. Do you have your own room?"I told her sort of. But I lifted her up and set her beside the picture."There," I said. "That's better. Now I have a trophy in here, too."She giggled but picked up the picture."Which one is your wife?" she asked. "Is it Bailey? Or Beth?"I told her I wasn't married to any of the women in the.