You place your hands on the dressing table, lean forward and watch our reflection. I lift the hem of your dress over your bare bottom and proceed to e...at your cheeks. Crushed soft berries the color and shape of your nipples drip down the crack of your perfect round bottom and I feast on the fruit of your ass. You want my dick inside you and I lubricate myself well with the juice from your breasts and the berries. My dick slides easily in and out of your receptive body. A kaleidoscope of colors. David reached down and fingered Jen's engagement ring. "Oh, baby, this is so big," he teased. "Does it get you off?"Jen started to scowl at David, but then she remembered that Mike could see her, and she didn't want to have to explain later why she was pissed at David. Keeping a smile on her face, Jen said, "Shut up, asshole. Can't you be happy for me? I'm getting married."David moved his hand from Jen's hand to her thigh. The train was so crowded that no one could see what he was doing. He. And she was a lady. He remembered some of the portraits which showed her very thin. In one, her ribs showed. She just shrugged when he mentioned it and said, "Waitressing doesn't pay very much ... I had lost too much weight on top to be able to work topless ... and artists' materials are expensive, Dad."Then Casey remembered something else. He said softly, "Kerry, I just realized something. You never failed to remember my birthday, Fathers Day, and Christmas." The tears began again and his. Jennifer, now feeling left out, stood up holding on to the countertop trying to put me into a David-sandwich. She said into my ear much louder than needed, “David, how did we ever get so lucky that you include us in your playtime? You do realize that we both love you, don’t you?” She said in a manner that suggested that she too has had a bit too much to drink.I looked back at the handle-size bottle of Rum and realized it was about 40% gone, something I didn’t notice when I first saw it sitting.