It began with a mistaken download from a program I use to download porn. It was of a 2yr being fondled and fucked by some man. For some unexplainable ...eason my wife and I found this to be a major turn-on. We fucked to that video so many times we knew the scenes by heart. This lead to role-playing and other small games until the day we received a call one Friday night saying that Alicias mom and dad wanted an alone night, and could we take her we accepted for the whole weekend without a thought. A nose that was both broad and sharp at the same time. Her skin was a few shades lighter than Rawer’s, and was the color of a Ghaf* tree. Her jet black hair was wavy and well oiled and was tied in a thick plait that was bound by what appeared to be silver bands and threads. The plait fell well beyond her buttocks. She had breasts that were the envy of women everywhere, whose shape was in no way compromised by the sheer audaciousness of their size. It is as if her breasts were issuing a. I’ve spent the better part of my adulthood trying to convince my spirit that life was easier with a man by my side. At the cost of many self sacrificial moves, I’ve buried myself again, along with any resolution to my current conundrum. I found a needle in a pile of hay a couple days ago. I immediately thought of you. One day I’ll tell you about my sketch of a woman on a broken hay bale. Slumped, her head in her hands probably hiding tears, she envisions a needle. How did you find me and shine. “So, Daddy says you and I should meet and, um, get acquainted,” I say to Lucky. “So far, I like what I see,” I smile. “I watched you walk in and I have to tell you, you made my tongue a little hard,” I giggle.“Yeah, me too, I told him I wanted both of you,” she answers. “I thought you were hot when I walked in, but I had no idea that you were Daddy’s wife. Damn you make me wet,” she tells me. She stands and moves her barstool closer to me and sits down. We are sitting so close together that.