I hold him around his neck, snuggle in his manly chest and drink in his aroma. He may have been a bit ripe, we hadn't bathed yet that morning, but tha...t didn't bother me. It turned me on more. Your Dad is good at that, turning me on.He puts me gently down on the shag carpet in the living room, and takes his seat on the couch, then just lies back and smiles at me. As an aside, shag carpet is much easier on the knees for this than the vinyl flooring in the kitchen. That is if I don't find any lost. They had meant in the hotel bar and had a quick dinner and a cou[le of drinks. They were all pretty bussed because they had been drinking all day. She deliberately flirted with both while she shared that I was aware of what she was doing and had encouraged her. When one of them suggested she fuck both of them she shocked them by telling them that was her plan. They quickly paid the bill and they went up to her room. She was hanging on both of them like a total slut as they road the elevator up. The choice was not hers: she was not being allowed to look into his eyes – it was as simple as that. When he removed his arm from her forehead, Alice stood still for a few seconds. The hand around her neck was getting loose too, which she interpreted as a reckoning of her submission. She hesitated before turning towards him. She was afraid of what his face might reveal; of what reasons might move that boy she knew so well to trap her in a spring afternoon when nobody else was at home. Finally,. But she never tried, which leads me to think that she didn’t care. She certainly did one thing that emphasized that she was enjoying herself by loudly telling Todd by the pool that first night for him to “put it in me” and then going to bed with him and spending the night. Then consider what Stacy did every night, yelling at Todd to “stretch my pussy and fill me full of your cum”. Never did she make any mention of spending any night in bed with me, her husband. Every night she was in the.