Steve fit the bill perfectly. And he came with a girl who could occupy him when I wasn’t around to keep him from straying.“He called it a ‘troph...y husband’ and I have to admit he’s probably right. It’s like the male medical students who wanted the airhead bimbo who looked like a playboy model, would stay home and take care of the kids, be a slut in the bedroom, and look good on their arms. And not complain if they worked a lot so long as there was plenty of money to spend. I hated those guys who. You have to meet them.”“Yeah, I do,” She quavered but rallied. I tilted my head to Sylvie. Fifty dollars well made, “Hey dad, I wanted to thank you and mom but I hadn’t gotten to get something for her yet and--”“You kidding, Tiff?” Gail, the mother, laughed, “You’re off on your own and making us proud. This is great. It’s all we need.”“And a phone call every week,” Dad said, “If you fall into just texting, she’ll eat me alive with worry.”“Dad, please, I got you this.”Sylvie tapped out the. She took off her uniform and her bra... I took off my uniform and shirt too...We didn't want it to wrinkle or get dirty even though it was Friday...She lay down and I looked at her naked, soft, innocent body...I asked her if she was ready, she gave me a nod...I aimed my cock and pushed myself in her...She moaned in a low tone but with a hard facial expression...I kissed her and rubbed her breast for a while to let the pain settle...Then I started to move... forward and back... up and down.... "Thank you," she said. "It's a good color for someone with my -- coloring." Yes." I got quiet, thinking about Molly's 'coloring'."I think she was reading my mind. (It isn't hard to do. I'm a guy.) But she decided to give me a pass, this time.We got acquainted on the way to breakfast, and while waiting to be served at the busy IHOP. Molly was a paralegal in a law office, and was slowly completing course work toward a law degree in night school.Hmmm. I had thought Sarah was the one who might be a.