I assume Cheerios and bottles of milkwill do." Dress in a short skirt or shorts. It should be a warm day," Isuggested. "How about you with the chang...?" What about it? I mean I was Bob, but I was lonely, even with having allof you around much of the time. I had no family. Now I have Lionel asmy husband. I thought of Boris as a grouch, but Doris seems happy as mydaughter. I love them both dearly. What about you?" I feel complete," I admitted for the first time to myself. "Like. She said it’s fine.As it was getting colder she came close to me and hugged a bit. She said it’s too cold aah I started to feel her boobs. She again hugged me tighter and I was on cloud nine. After some time the rain stopped but still, she was hugging me until we reached our area.Then she walked from 2 streets away and I went home. After reaching home she pinged my thanks for the ride. I pinged her back and thanks for the hug. She sent a wicked smile back. We started frequent night talks from. Eight years of living with three women had taught me a thing or two, and I recognized an opening conversational gambit when I heard one. Her pencil stopped moving."Is mommy pretty?" Yes she is." As pretty as Aunt Izzy?"Snap! And the trap closes tightly, ensnaring another unwary animal within its iron jaws."Pretty means different things to different people, Rosie. Do you think a sunset is pretty?" Yeah." How 'bout the trees around our house when they're covered with snow ... are they pretty?". Homer crouched down on his knees in front of her. He ran his hands along her smooth chest and stomach then slid them around to her small ass. Homer squeezed her small firm ass cheeks in his hands then bent down and kissed his daughter’s pussy mound. Lisa giggled. “That tickles Dad!!” “Do you like it Lisa?” “Yeah! Keep doing it Dad.”Homer returned his attention to her pussy. He lightly kissed all over her pussy then slid his tongue out and ran it along her slit. Lisa’s giggles quickly turned to.