" Alright, but just for my little girl. I don't want it to be too hard on you."Nikki let that one go, because she honestly did want to stop with the t...quila. If her dad hit another lucky streak she was going to be on her face.When they resumed playing, Ben was markedly better. He didn't sink three in a row, but he was hitting as often as Nikki. It may have been many more years since he'd played, but yes, they'd had quarters when he was young too. And he had excellent hand-eye coordination. He. ”“Oh yeah, we were going to look at clothes on the internet. We’ll go on up when we’ve finished these drinks.”Five minutes later, Piper and I got up, took our mugs to the kitchen and went upstairs. In her room Piper said, “Let’s clean our teeth then go back downstairs to say goodnight.”So we did, lingering with the cheek kissing so that they had time to look at out tits close-up. Back upstairs, we wedged Piper’s bedroom door open then lay on our backs on top of the duvet and talked.Before long,. So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was... well... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's cervix so that during those two orgasms (at least) his spooge shot straight into their nubile young wombs.So, you ask, why, if he was so huge, and went in so. We have not really crossed any lines, have we? Ms. Peterson is a new member of my congregation. Maybe I am seeing sin where there is none. After all, she bravely occupies the first pew, when most like to hide toward the middle to back.She sought a private meeting with me needing my counsel. Maybe I imagined the extra touches of her hand - on my shoulder and thigh. This beautiful woman may have dry lips, that her tongue innocently needs to lick. She does not cloak herself in modesty like the.