I couldn't help it and my voice took on a tinge of little anger. "Would you knock that off? I'm so tired of hearing you say that. Katelyn, you are not... fat. To me, you are a very sexy woman. I adore your body size and profile. You are perfect to me." I winked at her and continued, "I'll admit I've only seen you from the waist down," When I said that her face started to turn red, "and I can only guess at what your breasts look like, but when I look down your blouse, they look just fine so far.". ..''its all i needed to do and ive been dreamin of this happening since he bought the place last summerhe just open the door merely 3min laterhis bbc with a cute birthday flower thingy on it''i think of giving you that present for your 18 birthday this summer so many time''''thank you for last night, i had a rought month your tight hole was perfect ''''i want you to be my daddy , i cant stop thinking of having fun with you''mouth engulfing his bbc , his very very nice 8 inch i knew of having. The hall had a sofa and a tv in front of it. There was a huge window behind the sofa and it lighted up the place exotically in yellow color. I walked behing her as she was in the kitchen cooking something. Indian summer is horrible and she was sweating... indirectly displaying her bra and navel in the wet, thin salwar. I felt like doing "it" right there but don wanna end up in the prison at 23 years of age.She turned and smiled. I smiled back. "What is your favourite dessert and color?" she. Her hand now moved furiously and she squealed in delight. Little One collapsed and leaned forward, resting on her knees. She looked around and saw she was still in her bathroom, all of which seemed to be real. She pulled another pad of paper and wiped herself again. Little One washed her hands at the sink and dried them on the towel. Her scent still filled the room. She thought again about Daddy’s cologne. Little One’s finger slipped back inside her panties and dipped inside her wet pussy to.