Hello, Dear. How was school?It was ok, but I couldn’t think much about anything more than our trip to Germany. Where will we go? What will we do? Wh...en will we leave? How long will we stay?Slow down. Slow down. We are still trying to decide all those things. Your father is negotiating with his company to see if we can manage an extended trip or if we have to squeeze into a regular two week US vacation.A US vacation? I thought we were talking about going to Germany.We are. I said US vacation. He had put in some long hours last month, so it shouldn't be a problem. Apparently, his boss agreed in an email replay a few minutes later.He stepped onto the porch of the nice suburban house. Nothing too fancy, but it was well kept up. He knew the owners did their best. It was a struggle sometimes between work, raising two kids, and living with a sex kitten, it was all he could do to keep up with the maintenance. Briefly, he wondered what Stephanie had in mind for the afternoon.Taking a deep. I pulled it up on three other sites. She talked about a cock inside her pussy as she wondered what it would feel like. She talked about how she had used a vibrator a number of times and that her mother never knew it either. She described intimately how it felt when she used one on her pussy and how the reverberations and tremors she had produced had brought her to orgasm. However, she wanted to feel a man’s cock in her hands and she wanted to feel one, badly. She wanted to hold it and. " I was going to leave it at that and see what she had to say but I couldn't help myself. "Is there something you needed or are you just waiting for a go at the drums?" "No", almost glaring at me, "I don't want to play the stupid drums!" She must have noticed her hostility or just remembered the reason she actually came in the room because her tone changed and she looked almost apologetic when she asked, "Why did you just walk past me when you got here? You know who I am right?" I was looking.