’ Camilla looked like Loni, with the same nearly black wavy hair, but she was shorter, a little more Italian looking. It was a posed shot at the bea...ch. Her suit must have been pretty daring back in those days, and she looked damn good. ‘Damn, Fred, she’s as beautiful as her daughter!’ ‘Yup, but Loni’s taller. Her height and those blue eyes come from Dad. Peter Svensen. Big blond guy, starting tackle all through school. We called him Thor. He died in a car accident, going for milk for the girls.. “Jesus Christ slut! Fucking slow down!” “No Buck! No! I need it! I’ve been waiting for days for this! I couldn’t get out of the house until today! My parents are sssssooooooo uncool! Oooooo! You fucking stud! Gggggooooddd! I’m ccccuuummmmiiinnngggg! Ssssshhhiiititttt!” Buck’s savage pussy slicing thrusts were having the desired effect. He was addicting this young chick to his cock and no mistake. After what seemed fifteen minutes of frantic non stop fucking, Buck growled with. She was taking off her clothes. When she got down to her panties, she hesitated and I noticed that she was hyper-ventilating as she glanced between her own image and my dark window. She slowly slid her little hand down into the front of her panties. She was definitely wiggling her hand between her legs. I watched her fascinating performance as she watched my window. After about 3 minutes, she pulled her wet little hand out and licked her fingers, all the while looking at my window through her. Still holding the panties, he, said that he'd do anything to see my wife in them. He said his favourite type of panties on a woman were just like the ones he was holding, sheer lace, his wife always wore cotton ones and he couldn't imagine that Hazel's pair would really leave much to the imagination, and he would love to see what she was actually hiding in them.With working long hours and overtime recently, Hazel and I had not had the chance to spend much time alone. Our sex life had slowed.