“I see that,” Deena said, shaking me off the tracks of my train of thought.“See what?”“The gears turning. You’re thinking.”“Guilty,”... I said.“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”“Your dad. My husband. How I got him to sort of help me with school stuff...”Deena does these thoughtful moments. “That’s why you two’ll last forever. It’s deeper than just some sex fling.”“Took us a long time to get here,” I said.We got home and the laptops came out. I had an essay to write for my AP English class. Deena denies the. "Come here, get in bed." I motioned her over to me. "Please…" I put my finger to my lip and she went silent. Instinctively she tried to cover herself again, but then I could tell she remembered and dropped her hands to her sides. "Good girl." She sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed for her elbow and pulled her onto the bed. She yelped as I twisted her arm, but I got her on her back. "Give me your wrists!" She looked up to me with her wide hazel eyes. "Relax I just need to tie your wrists and. Hearing my mom scream out orgasms is..." And what do you think I hear from your three wives, huh? And one of them is Paulette. It's still hard to think of my daughter with your cock pushed up her as she screams out orgasms." So what are we going to do?" Jeremy wanted to know.Van thought for a moment as they hung their coats up in the hallway, then with a grin, "Get used to it, I guess," he replied as he slapped his son on the back. "Now let's find Art and get to work."Jeff quietly eased the. I was a tall fit young guy and never had an acne problem and I feel like I was okay-looking. My dad was a good-looking dude and I suppose I took after him.Well, that being said, I started noticing things about her as I got older.She always wore skimpy things, but it went unnoticed by me until about a year after they married.This is also about the time she had her boobs done.She walked around in flimsy tops, nipples hard pressing against the material like they were trying to find a way to see.