“You like it?” He was spreading out a blanket onto the grass and pulling several containers out of the basket. I nodded and sat carefully on the b...anket when he motioned for me to. “It’s really beautiful out here at night. I still don’t get why you told me to dress up though.” He laughed, and shrugged as he handed me a plate with what looked like take-out Chinese food. “It’s fun to dress up, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help laughing with him. We spent the next 2 hours, at least, laughing as we. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was seven months pregnant with his offspring. Fred is 5-10, the athletic sort, and shares my darkish complexion and hair but has his father's blue eyes and charming smile. My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter of myself and her father both biologically and in terms of her upbringing, the acting. She was convinced that the butterfly was trying to tell her something. It was there for a reason, acting like a guide.It wasn't telling her to do anything. The gesture of its presence and the way its colors painted the transparent air delivered its message.Her clit was ringing and pulsing. She hadn't completely noticed it until now. Her cunny was really on fire.As they rode together in the sun-bathed glade her hips loosened their grip around the saddle and the tender vise of her inner thighs. .. "It is done." My arm arcs downward, and the leather and cord brand new trails of fire across your back, turning the already-pink skin a little closer to purple. I am almost too busy admiring the color changes to realize that you screamed... I quickly replay the sound in my mind, but safe word wasn't anywhere in it... so I continue. I aim the next shot at your ass, whipping the tails over my head before striking at you. You squeal before the blow lands, and I watch you tense your ass cheeks.