Even if she did, it’s hard to get her switched between districts quickly. I’m going to talk to Jonathan about getting her homeschooling switched h...ere, and then figure out what we need to do to get her caught up.”“Ahh, ok,” I replied, not having considered any of that.“If we do it right, she should be able to rejoin the rest of you at Truman next year.”The girls came downstairs about the time we got breakfast on the table. Tami had stayed the night to be with Emily and Zoe, and all three were. What would a dark Italian beauty be called? Francesca, maybe? Yes, it suits her. His voice invades the inside of my head again: "I love watching you, Francesca. Your body turns me on. When my face is wet with your come and I finish with my tongue on your clit I'm going to slip my cock inside you and listen to your panting, crying out for me as I fuck you." The name sticks. She is my Francesca. I watch her dance in the figure-hugging corset for the man, rubbing the curves of her body sensually. I allowed my fingers to start roaming over her naked body, from her thighs, up her shaved pussy, over her stomach and onto her breasts and nipples, pinching and teasing them gently, but suddenly Gemma got to her feet, holding out her left hand invitingly. Taking her outstretched hand with my right one, I got to my feet and she immediately led me out of the living room, down the hallway, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Gemma sat down on the edge of the unmade bed, duvet cover in a heap to. I start to work at your button fly. I undo your jeans and pull them down with your panties as I kneel behind you. “What will the girls think?” you ask as you step out of your clothes.“They are both old enough”, I say as I bite an ass cheek, “to think whatever they want.” I kiss and lick the spot I just bit. “They might think,” I say as I spread your ass cheeks, “that mommy likes her asshole licked.” a low slow moan from you proves me right. “Later they might think that daddy fucks her like.