”Jenny went to the bar area and grabbed two glasses of water for them and handed one to Kimmie, “Drink some water first. Then I will whip you with... my flogger. You can decide whether you want to feel it on your ass or on your tits.”Kimmie’s eyes flew open wide, “Oh, Mistress, I don’t think my tits can handle that kind of abuse. Please, I love it when my ass stings. Will you please flog my ass?”Jenny smiled, “Well, how can I refuse such a request when you’ve been such a good girl?”Kimmie finished. I placed the meatballs on top and placed it in the middle of the table. The women were just as hungry as I was. Maria and I had some wine with our meal and I offered some fresh grape juice to Isabel. Maria asked me where I kept my grated parmesan cheese. Then she got up, walked to the lower cupboard, and bent right over to get it. Isabel smiled as her mother showed most of her fine ass to us both. Not to be outdone, Isabel dropped her spoon on the floor on purpose, and then practically put her. He knew the batteries in the remote were okay; he'd just put them in last week or maybe it had been the week before. With the day he had had yesterday, it was kind of hard to remember things. He was beginning to feel a mite bit fuzzy himself as he sang the alphabet with Big Bird and Snuffy. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to. "Look closer."I did exactly that as I caught sight of her sweet, puckered asshole nestled deeply between Jen's amazingly round cheeks. She had a sexy butt, no doubt about that, and a tight one, but my daughter was tugging at her flesh with both hands, exposing her asshole almost deliberately, I thought. It reminded me of a pink rose, a small bud not quite ready to bloom, with the petals turned inward. She'd always been a very clean girl and even after three hours of ballet, Jenny smelled like.
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