It was the tiny strip of hair between her legs that he found his eyes focusing on.Brittany allowed him a good long look before she screamed at him to ...get out and threw a hairbrush at him. It was later that afternoon as he was preparing dinner that Bethany appeared in the kitchen.She was clad in bootie shorts and a crop top. Leon noted that she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were very prominent under her thin cotton top."So, did you get a good look? she asked."Brit, I am sorry about that.. But," he paused, groping for the right words, "I see something real, in her, in you and Dulcie, in her parents. When she died ... I was half impressed by ... the reality of it all, and half furious with a God who would take her away from me." I know," Peter frowned, "I was deeply in love with Sara ... my first wife. It was like ... we were two halves of one whole person. We took Dulcie in, you know..." She told me a little of her background." Probably not very much. Anyway, Sara was killed by a. Now I’m beginning to feel ghostly hands tugging at my groin; I look down and see that I’m naked and as the girls move around me, they reach out and take hold of my cock and start pulling on it.Suddenly I’m fully awake and in pain! I’ve got a huge erection and my cock is stuck, the leg of my tights is keeping it in a very painful position. I’m sweating and clammy, and a bit dizzy from the pain, as I pull the tights away, releasing my turgid member and the pain slowly faded.Huh. What was that. Ken's business was managing the neighborhood,and all the mothers, no matter the color or size, soon found out that meanta lot of fucking for them. Convincing these up tight bitches was no problem. They all had 'reputations'to hold on to, and do not forget the kids. And once he had them fucking hiscustomers there was no way back. Of course things do not last, so he movedaround every 2-3 years. That was enough to make a lot of money, and short enoughfor the bitches to protest, go to the cops, or.