“Of course! Make yourselves comfortable” I say. “This is my daughter Vanessa” you inform me. “Lovely to meet you Vanessa” I respond, t...ying to focus in the bright sun. She looks a lot like you. Similar face, similar height, similar build. Since meeting you I had not noticed her walking around. She is fairly petite at around 5’1, whereas you are a tad taller. Her breasts (whilst amazing in their own right, and more than likely to grow bigger and fuller in the next few years) aren’t. We got along great but I still didn’t see myself as a boyfriend for her. One night I dropped her off and she stayed in the car with me for a long time talking. The next thing I knew we were a couple. However, she never really announced it. We never went anywhere together except work and she still maintained to option to date other guys. She told me I had the same option with other girls but again no chance in hell. Our “dates” were necking sessions in the car in her driveway after work. I got. Anyway, we've got a picnic, bet you two are hungry after that."Georges jumped into his clothes and was seated on the blanket by the time Lauren had adjusted her own. She'd said nothing, avoided Finch's curious glances. He was so hard it hurt, and twice he reached down to adjust his cock. His brother simply stared, slack-jawed, as Lauren sunk down onto the edge of the blanket and away from everyone. A wet spot slowly spread through the crotch of her light blue pants.Hannah and Georges picked up. “They fucked my ass three times! How do you like the fact that your own muslim wife took three different lunds up her gaand? Do you think I’m a randi? How many wife’s would do that?”Then she bent over farther and spread her asscheeks as wide as they could go, allowing her asshole to open up for my bulging eyes and bulging prick.”Your wife’s a slut!” she said wiggling her ass in my face. “Do you like this?” she asked. “I’m a whore! Do you want to fuck me like vikram and his freinds did? Do you.