’ ‘Wha’s that?’ ‘It’s just like your scone, only it will be be warm and I will just have butter with it, no jam.’ ‘Oh,’ she said, st...ffing another nubbin of sultana spotted scone in her mouth. ‘Are you enjoying that?’ Harry thought it was about time he started asking some questions. ‘Mmmmm,’ came the muffled reply. Harry looked up at Twinkle, she was smiling at the pair of them. ‘Cute kid,’ he said. ‘Yes, she’s my granddaughter, Victoria,’ Valerie said, ‘Do you have any children of your own.’. It was 2am. He looked over on Kathie Lee's side of the bed and she wasn't there. He waited awhile thinking that maybe she had just went to the bathroom but that lingering memory of back when he had his affair and she got even with him by spending the night in the guest room with Kevin Costner while he stayed with them as a guest. He remembered standing outside the guest room listening to the bed squeak furiously and hearing his wife's moans of pleasure as Kevin fucked her brains out. Then. Mr Wilson’s cock was hard and pretty average from what I’ve seen. “Does your 12 year old daughter do this for you Mr Wilson?” I asked. “I wish.” “Maybe you should ask her. Little girls like to please their daddy.” “Yes, she is quite cute. Her little tits are a bit bigger than yours.” “Have you seen them Mr Wilson?” “Not like I’ve just seen yours.” “Maybe you should ask her to undress for you; give her a bath like you used to when she was a little girl. Rub her tits and her pussy; I’m sure that. For me—cowboy was 'dress up'--something I usually just did on special occasions or 'just in that mood' If you recall back at chapter one I commented that the 4th was just a few weeks away—and lil bro's b'day—so that made for an acceptable occasion I guess. I got dressed down in the basement. Dustin just slept with me—all his stuff was still upstairs in his old room. Finally yelling at me from the kitchen, he urges me to hurry the fuck up, and lets get down to the skatepark. So—I don the titest.