APRIL'S FRIENDLY FAMILY, PART 5
(For parts 1-3, see Authors: DON)
The next time my mother was going out for her monthly "bridge game" with the girls, (I think maybe they went to a male stripper bar or some such thing, since she always came home a little tipsy and looking very satisfied the next morning) she gave me a big hug and a little wink after she told Daddy not to wait up for her
. Every once in a while, I would wriggle my bottom or draw up one of my legs to reposition myself, and I was sure he could not avoid catching glimpses of his girl's sweet little bottom. However, like most of my friends, once I left the school grounds I rolled up the waist of my skirt to hike the hem to about half way up my thighs
. . She'd already laid her outfit out on the bed to change into, but as she leant forward she felt the dog's paws against her upper thighs, his nose pushing between her legs to sniff directly at her dripping slit, his thin fur around his noise tickling her bare thighs
APRIL'S FRIENDLY FAMILY, PART 5
(For parts 1-3, see Authors: DON)
The next time my mother was going out for her monthly "bridge game" with the girls, (I think maybe they went to a male stripper bar or some such thing, since she always came home a little tipsy and looking very satisfied the next morning) she gave me a big hug and a little wink after she told Daddy not to wait up for her
. Every once in a while, I would wriggle my bottom or draw up one of my legs to reposition myself, and I was sure he could not avoid catching glimpses of his girl's sweet little bottom. However, like most of my friends, once I left the school grounds I rolled up the waist of my skirt to hike the hem to about half way up my thighs
. . She'd already laid her outfit out on the bed to change into, but as she leant forward she felt the dog's paws against her upper thighs, his nose pushing between her legs to sniff directly at her dripping slit, his thin fur around his noise tickling her bare thighs
APRIL'S FRIENDLY FAMILY, PART 5
(For parts 1-3, see Authors: DON)
The next time my mother was going out for her monthly "bridge game" with the girls, (I think maybe they went to a male stripper bar or some such thing, since she always came home a little tipsy and looking very satisfied the next morning) she gave me a big hug and a little wink after she told Daddy not to wait up for her
. Every once in a while, I would wriggle my bottom or draw up one of my legs to reposition myself, and I was sure he could not avoid catching glimpses of his girl's sweet little bottom. However, like most of my friends, once I left the school grounds I rolled up the waist of my skirt to hike the hem to about half way up my thighs
. . She'd already laid her outfit out on the bed to change into, but as she leant forward she felt the dog's paws against her upper thighs, his nose pushing between her legs to sniff directly at her dripping slit, his thin fur around his noise tickling her bare thighs
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