I was sitting in my Colorado home having a drink and looking at the view and it is a magnificent view. It should have looked better to me but it didn'...t; but it was still ok.It was a nice time of day and the sun would be setting soon. I did not spend enough time here I thought. Actually I hardly spent any time here at all since the divorce.My name is Franklin Collins and I am a twenty eight year old rich kid. I just had a birthday but no one came to the party. There was no party. I am alone most. He was probably only about five inches in length, but he had a good girth (his cock matched his body shape), and I had an overwhelming urge to see what my friend's cock tasted like. I removed his hand from my excited penis, undid my own trousers and pulled them to the ground. Then I went to my knees, his short fat cock bouncing inches away from my face. I slowly rolled back his foreskin to examine his pink helmet, then placed a kiss on the tip of his penis, my tongue lapping over his piss slit,. I was shocked I never saw such a bomb girl having perfect everything from boobs to ass. I just saw her, when I was having food she was staring at me as it was a hall and we are only 5 members in our pg. I also smiled at her and went. Similarly, at evening everyone finished the dinner but I woke up late. So I went to have dinner and observed that she is also having dinner.And she saw me and asked my name and I also asked her. Finally, I knew she was Pallavi. I asked her she is doing college and. He looked around for Julie and saw that neither of his other children was present in the living room. Bobby had been ordered (by the girls) to go to a friend’s house after supper. He knew he was in trouble, and it was better to be elsewhere when the girls were on the warpath anyway, so he went. Julie was waiting in Bob’s bedroom, naked, for Barbie to lead the sheep to the slaughter. Or ram to the slaughter, as it were.“Barbie,” said Bob, gently. “What’s going on?”“Can’t a girl kiss her daddy.