The crowning piece of this beauty was a mane of thick waste length red hair. If you can picture the archetypical goddess as depicted by the genius art...st Bill Ward in his erotic cartoons, that's what my eyes were beholding at this instant. The picture I've just described was not quite complete. As she extended her arm to shake my hand I could see that they were covered in the softest k** leather gloves I'd ever laid eyes on. I should also add that all her attire was white, pure, spotless,. “That is not possible anymore, Sarah. I cannot consider him my son anymore. He is a shame to the entire family. He cannot continue to live in this house. And, before he brings us more humiliation, we should let him leave, forever.” My dad had made up his mind.“I want him to stay. Why don’t you understand, Jacob? I love you. I love you a lot. But, I love him too. He is my son.” my mother was crying as she completed the sentence.“He is not your son, Sarah. No son will fuck his mother. He does not. .. The sliding doors meant she could open it a crack and sneak a peek back inside... Although what she did see suddenly changed things entirely. She saw something she definitely wasn't supposed to have seen... Girls old enough to be Kenpachi's daughters was right... A guy like him should know better than to go after such young ladies, so why did Nelliel see the much, much taller man standing over Rangiku, head tilted downwards while hers was craned all the way up, their lips locked in a kiss.... He caressed and teased her breasts for many minutes, using his hands and then his mouth. He thought she had a small come the first time he bit gently on a nipple. It was time for the next step."Baby," he decided the affectionate name was safe, "do you want to give yourself your first orgasm, or do you want me to give it to you?" D ... do it. Please." She was very worked up. This kind of tension he had not encountered in any of the women. They all coached and encouraged him each step of the way.