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I braced my hands on the Read more We celebrate the holidays a little differently in our house.
We gather the family and close friends, we have a fire pit in the back garden with good home-cooked food and plenty of alcohol.
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I realized that I was keeping my guest waiting and I quickly dressed in blue jeans, black button up shirt with French cuffs, jacket and comfortable shoes.
Aunt Mary lived on the Read more Ben and I had been together for a few months.
He lived in Birmingham, Alabama, worked in Atlanta during the week which enabled us to get together most week nights.She had that "all-American" girlfriend look, with just enough edge that made me wonder if one of those pert little breasts harbored a nipple ring.Her path to the counter of the shop weaved through startled customers with the fury of a little tornado, and despite myself I knocked over my stool as I jumped to my feet.I miss the way he can make my panties soaking wet just by looking at me... I have my stuffies to keep me company and all of the wonderful, naughty toys that daddy and I play with but none of them do it quite like him.I lie awake most nights trying to play with myself and make my clit feel like it does when he caresses it or trying to finger my tight holes as he would but it just doesn't feel the same.” I looked at him, with a sly smile, “oh would you!