"Bend over the table and lift your shirt." Her smile faded. She bent over and lifted the shirt."Damn Donny! She has handprint bruises!" He touched her...ass and Donny slapped his hand away. "Hey, mother fucker that's mine! Don't touch." He said pulling her shirt down. "You can get up now, go upstairs and wait for me on the bed." Yes, Daddy." She went upstairs and Donny walked Tiny to the door and said goodbye.He came up the steps and into the room. "Up baby, in the playroom."She got up and once. You push your breasts forward a little towards me, gently shaking them. The drops of water are glistening on your breasts and slowly rolling down your stomach towards your cleanly shaven pussy (something else that is new for this week). The girls with the bottles are dancing above you, singing and cheering, and teasing us by tipping the bottles so the shots are almost coming out, but then stopping several times. Just as they are about to pour the liquid on your chest, the girl with the. Not very many forty year old women still have guys salivating over the chance to stare at their sagging boobs.There was no harm in revving Billy's motor a bit, especially when doing it revved mine as well. I'd take my extra revs home and use it to put a little spice in the sex between myself and the man I really wanted; my hubby, Rick, the only man for me.I was sure that Bill would do the same. His wife, Matilda, was about my age and I'm sure he'd really put it to her tonight, thinking about. Just knowing this was good enough for my ego. I liked hanging out with Josh. He was just one of the guys. We played video games and shot hoops. I soon became fond of the guy. The k** was a natural athlete. I’m only seven years older but he gives me a run for my money on the court. He was lean and athletic, hitting the gym with me most weekends. He was soft spoken with a boyish face, had the same smooth olive tone skin, light blue eyes, and jet dark hair as his sister. I would have never known.