She crawled up to the head of the bed, took a swig of my beer and lay down next to me. I played with a bitty boob while I finished the beer.She snuggl...d back into the pillow and closed her eyes. I put down the bottle and took her hand to lay it on my bundle. As my cock started to swell, she fondled it lightly. When her thumb found my sweet spot, I almost pulled her tit off.I wrapped her little hand around my dick, and helped her pump it to its full nine. Then I lay back to watch as she polished. "Ha! Now tell me the truth and if I catch you in another lie, you'll beseverely punished," she scoffed."Five six an..and a half," he mumbled."Weight?" was her next question."Ab..about one fifty-five," he answered."You should be ashamed weighing that much. It's way over what youshould weigh and unhealthy. I'll design a new heathier diet. You'llalso begin an exercise routine as well," Rachel stated making a notationin a small notebook."I'm going to teach you a new hygiene routine," she said. A firm, rounded chin and a rather long, slim neck that was now circled by the polo-neck of her white, cotton-and-wool, long-sleeved rib-wristed, tight- fitting gym sweater. Hugging her every contour, stretched like a second skin over her firm, high-held, berry-tipped grapefruit of breasts, the single garment swept down along her flanks, showing the subtle indentations and rises of her ribs, before being cut off from view just above the hollow of her navel and the lean thrusts of her hips by the. “It doesn’t matter mom,” I said. “I love her. I love her through and through. I can not explain it…well yes I can. You’d just have to meet her. She’s terrific.” “She will live here…in the United States of course?” my dad asked me. “We aren’t even close to being engaged dad,” I said. “We haven’t dated. In fact we don’t date. I work on her farm and all I did was help her out.” “Did you make money working there? Did you work for money?” my dad asked. No dad, she offered me a place to live, we got.
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