Sorry to disturb you. But, I cannot sleep properly in a train. Would you mind watching my belongings while I use the washroom?” she was disheveled a...nd although I do not like being disturbed while reading, I could not help notice her cleavage. I was getting really turned on. “Sure!” I replied.“Thanks!”She went down giving me a view of her perfectly crafted back once again. I must say, writers normally do not get distracted easily. But, everything has a first time.Now, I could not concentrate on. I loved thelittle touch of having her look at my honeymoon pictures with Veronicain front of her as she was faking her orgasm. I hope the dumb cuntrealizes that Veronica is mine now. "I wondered why he made me wear such a pretty dress when he fucked melast week - I almost thought that Mr. Davidson would ask me to marryhim, but it made sense that it was for Mr. Thompson. I don't rememberrecognizing the dress though, but I just pushed that thought out of mysilly brain and focused on sucking. "Ah... ahhh... aaahhh..." I kept moaning and breathing into daddy's chest.His hands were on me, trying to do something -- stroking at my skin and pulling at my knee as if he wanted me to put my leg around him. As I recovered from my orgasm, I wanted to indulge him, but also felt the need to control what was happening. I didn't want him to cum yet ... I wanted more. More!"More, daddy... from behind now..." I whispered and turned my back to him. He spooned me as I reached in between my legs to. As she sat still for the make up girl her eyes would drift to mine and I would look back at hers, I felt a closer bond, an intimacy with Sandy that I’d never experienced before. The last thing the girl did before she handed Sandy a mirror was to rub something in her hair then she fluffed and teased it, making it look thicker and fuller. When she was done I was shocked at the transformation. Sandy looked like one of those floozies in school that always had a troop of boys following her. For the.