” Again, I apologized, “I am so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” I went on, “I only saw a very quick glimpse of you in your bra... and thong.” “My lingerie and my body are not for your eyes to see,” Sara said, “you accepted that, six months ago, remember,” she went on, “You have no idea how I feel right now.” “I am sorry baby and I know that I agreed to never see you undressed again,” I replied, “I know that your body and lingerie are Doug’s.” “Yes they are,” Sara went on, “I feel. He reached over and unbuttoned another button. Georgia said, “What are you doing?”Looking at the area right over Debbie’s heart, he said, “I like the tattoo.”“What tattoo?” Debbie asked.Georgia looked around and down at Debbie’s chest. Putting a hand over her mouth, she said, “It looks like a knight on horseback killing a dragon with a lance.”“Saint George,” Oscar said. He smiled at the expression on Debbie’s face and said, “Don’t look so worried. I think it looks kind of. She recognised as she started to draw close to her climax, noting the increased breathing, the faster-paced movements of her hips, but Willow wasn’t done with her yet, wasn’t done claiming her victory.She pulled her lips from the woman and heard her whine in protest, freeing the spoilt pillow from her lips to speak in between desperate pants, the woman's hair messed against the bed from her movements.“A-ah! Willooow!” she whined as the girl grinned, kissing up to the woman's stomach and across. When we got home Sandy rushed inside. By the time I had followed her into the house, she was already telling Mom all about her test. Mom must have been worried 'cause she was baking. She always baked when she was worried. When Dad first got sick the house smelled like a bakery for almost a year.I Just stood back and let her finish her story. Then I waited while Mom gave the obligatory speech about driving being a privilege not a right and that a license was not a replacement for common sense..