None of the characters or events herein described have ever existed or transpired... as far as I know. 'You decent?' Kris' response was a smile. 'I al...ways try to be, Dad. What do you think?' My heart was somewhere around my Adam's apple, but I managed a response. 'I think you're the second-most beautiful bride I've ever seen. Tomorrow, when you go up the aisle, every woman there is going to be pea-green with envy. I just wish your Mom...' 'Me too. Wearing her gown almost makes up for her being. Whoops, I think we’re about there!’ Woodchuck-man’s head was flailing back and forth now, and his partner-in-crime’s head was bobbing up and down so furiously fast neither Cotes nor Burnett could see her distinctly anymore, then Woodchuck-man grabbed the steering wheel so hard it looked like it was bending, and his legs went rigid. Both Cotes and Burnett started applauding, and Cotes let slip a whistle that nearly deafened Burnett. The girl looked up from Woodchuck-man’s lap when she was. “Can I touch your pussy?” Anna replied. “You can do anything you like” Glen sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and began stroking his cock. Angie moved her legs apart, inviting Anna into the warm cleft between her thighs. Anna moved cat-like onto the bed, and crawled between Angie’s legs. She could see wisps of pubic hair peeking from the edges of a white cotton thong. The thong was straining to contain a thick bush of pubic hair, and as she moved closer, Anna inhaled. He stands admiring for a short time, trying to decide where to start. He decides to begin his quest at the tip of her left toe, writing a poem on her skin with his lips. He moves to her ankle and shin and caresses the bottom of her leg as he kisses the top. He flips her over as he bites the back of her knee as he works his way around to her powerful thigh. Like climbing the stairway to heaven, he reaches another one of the sexiest places on her body, where her tiny, tight yet oh so squeezable.