The man I love is a Mustang fanatic, so he'd named his daughter Shelby.Women have a kind of radar about their breasts. I looked across the room and zo...med in on him. As I caught him looking, he didn't stop staring he just raised his beer and nodded at me. He certainly was brazen, though not very good looking. But beggars can't be choosy and I did have that itch to contend with. A few minutes later he was standing in front of me. A hat pulled down over his eyes and a two day beard growth made. He said I will work it out, then he pulls her into his arms, and they kiss, he breaks the kiss and says how about some brunch, she says sure, he says I just have to stop by my sisters and change clothes, she says wait, opens up a drawer and throws him a pair of jeans and says try these on, he does a perfect fit, then she gives him T-shirt and finally goes to the walk in closet and brings out a shirt, almost hugging it as she hands it to him, he puts it on everything fit perfect. As they drive. "Do with me what you will, Chiquita. I will never confess," she announced defiantly.Then she giggled. "Except, maybe, to my priest, who would never believe it. Though on second thought, knowing his parish, he has probably already heard it all," she added, a shadow darkening her eyes."Don't go there," I told her, distracting her with a kiss. "Don't go anywhere. I need to wash my hands. Then I think my prisoner needs a sip of water and a sponge bath before I give her the third degree."What a. Her mind swooned. When he slipped in another finger and began to seek out her G-spot. He was the only man she had known that could find it. As he sucked and licked her clit, he finger fucked. She knew she was about to explode. And was pretty sure he knew it as well, because he began to pick up the pace of his fingers. Faster and faster he slid his fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy and sucking her clit. He heard her breathing begin to quicken and knew her first (of many orgasms) was.