Karen wasn’t neglected in this; they obviously adored the little girl. But Karen is ... how can I put it? Not self-contained, exactly. You’ve seen... how she relates to people and she loves her paternal grandparents, but she occupied herself most of the time with various toys, paper and pencil, a little computer which seemed to be teaching her Spanish or maybe Latin – I couldn’t really make it out at all clearly. But every so often she’d approach her grandfather or grandmother with something and. She began to look towards this encounter with curiosity and anticipation. If she didn't like it she could just ride it out, but if she did, and she certainly was in a receptive mood, she would be in for an incredible experience. Anyway, she couldn't run screaming from the house in her current state of affairs. She put on a sultry look. "What are you gonna do with all the hardware, big boy?" It wasn't Mae West, but she tried. "That is for me to know, and you to find out." "I'm not entirely sure. Johnny and I got dressed and walked to the truck. Johnny drove on the way back. After about 10 miles, he turned right and took the lumber jack trail. We had time.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------EASY RIDERI hadn’t been to the training facilities in quite a while. I had raced here when I was younger but was never good enough to race in the big ones. I kept in touch with the trainers and found them horses and. It sure is big. Do you really like it this big?" you ask as your eyes wonder up and down her tight body. She puts her hand over yours, stroking the huge toy with you. "Well, Hun, by the look of things," she points to my now big hard dick, pushing at the leg of my shorts, "You know how good a big cock can be." Smiling to her than me, "Yea, I do know, but we like toys too. Never have enough, ya know?" She smiles at you and you realize now that you're both looking at my dick as you fondle the one.