I whispered back: (“I sure am, when will your mom be gone?”) She didn’t answer as she had her eyes closed and ran her fingers thru my hair
. She was cute a hell.
Uncensored. Dad followed three days later. "He was a dirty old man, you know," she snickered
I whispered back: (“I sure am, when will your mom be gone?”) She didn’t answer as she had her eyes closed and ran her fingers thru my hair
. She was cute a hell.
Uncensored. Dad followed three days later. "He was a dirty old man, you know," she snickered
I whispered back: (“I sure am, when will your mom be gone?”) She didn’t answer as she had her eyes closed and ran her fingers thru my hair
. She was cute a hell.
Uncensored. Dad followed three days later. "He was a dirty old man, you know," she snickered
