To take care of all your needs. When it’s time to work, Chani, you are that strong, powerful, intelligent, resourceful woman, and when it’s time to play, Chani, you are my carefree Brunette little girl.” Chani now seemed to tanned be deeply asleep, so I kissed her forehead and carried her to her bed. Leaving her sleeping, I returned to the kitchen to continue dinner preparations. About an hour later my wife, Marsha, arrived home. She talked about her day for a few minutes then inquired where our daughter was. I informed my her that Chani had a stressful day and was taking a nap, but since it was almost time for dinner perhaps she might go and wake her. “Is she coming?” I asked as my wife returned to the kitchen alone a little while later. “Yeah, she said she was going to change out of her school clothes real quick and be right out.” My wife and I finished setting the table indian and were just about to start when Chani came bounding into the room. Apparently, the nap had done her some good. “Hi, mommy.” She smiled, with a level of exuberance beyond her norm, “Hi daddy!” as she skipped over and gave me a big hug. “Well, thanks, sweetheart. What was that for?” as it did seem a bit out of character. “Nothin’ I just love my daddy!” It was at this moment that I noticed two more oddities, in addition to pov her cheerfulness that is. First was that her hair was tied up in pigtails. It was charming mind you, but I hadn’t seen pigtails on my daughter in years. Secondly, and accentuated by her bouncing and bubbly movements, was her apparent lack of a bra. Now I have no idea what size bra my only child wears. I’ve just always left those sorts of things to the woman of the house, but I would guess she’s probably a large C or small D-cup, not particularly conspicuous for a high schooler, but bigger than average for her age, and prominent on her diminutive frame. After what was, hopefully, only a split second I realized that I was now staring at Chani’s breasts and I quickly averted my eyes. The rest of dinner and the rest of the evening continued in much the same manner. When Chani finally went to bed, she asked me to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, something I hadn’t done in years. As my wife and I were, ourselves, preparing for bed, she commented on Chani’s unusual behavior. “What was up with Chani tonight? She was acting like a little kid.” “Yeah, I noticed that too,” I replied, trying to sound disinterested. “She told me earlier that she and Jessica were fighting, maybe they made up over the phone, and she was just a little giddy about it. Whatever the case I’m sure it was no big deal.” “Maybe I’m just over analyzing it.” My wife agreed, as she leaned toward my side of the bed and gave me a goodnight kiss. “Good night.” “Good night, Dear,” I answered. “Oh, sweetheart,” I said as if I had just remembered something. “I wanted you to see this.”, I finished as I reached over with one hand, pulled open the drawer in my nightstand and began to feel around. “Oh, um honey, I don’t want to be rude,” she replied with just a hint of exasperation in her voice. “but man I’m exhausted, and I’ve got to be up really early for work. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” “I know, I’m sorry. It will just take a... ah, here it is.” I said as I pulled the object out of the ass drawer and held it up for my wife to see. Annoyed, my wife opened her eyes and turned her head to look. Her obviously exaggerated sigh was cut off mid exhalation as her gaze landed on the object. At first, a look of confusion came over her face, but only for the briefest of instants as within a single heartbeat all the muscles in Marsha’s face went slack and her eyes glazed over. Our hands strangled, our teeth bit, and our voices carried from our devouring mouths, echoed across the glass remnants of Drastin, and died in the still night air. The shorter man growled. He flinched, the plate covered in rice with chicken shook in his hand. You won’t believe this girl. What took you so long?” “S’cool,” letting his eyes wander over her incredible legs as he steadied tanned her so that she could step out of the pant legs one at a time. But Mummy has been hanging out for a good fuck with a really big cock. “I think we’re more alike than that.” Arbitrus smiled sadly. “Fuck. “For you to pin me down and fuck me hard!” I blurted out, then immediately covered my mouth, amazed that such language escaped my lips in the first place. “What’s that? I couldn't quite see her eyes Brunette but I knew she could probably feel my heart pumping at her ear. GET YOUR SMELLY ASSHOLE AWAY FROM MY FACE!” Bill stepped away reluctantly, pulling his dick from pov Jane's sucking mouth. Eventually she bit her lip and nodded. Through the dark billowing smoke, I tried to see what was going on, finally ass it was going to end. My hand reached my thong. Carlos, wtf you look like shit too. “Good man night, sweetheart!” said Aunt Sheen smiling, watching me indian climb the stairs to the second floor. She brought one hand up to my neck and the other was palm down on the floor as she used the floor for leverage to push her resisting pussy onto my cock. Well fast-ish compared to some of the guys who’d been fucking the hell out of me. “Ahhh get it baby. Lesslie started crying as she pleaded with Mike. “ This may sound weird to you, but, after tonight, how would you feel about being my partner at the swing club” Josh started to speak, but she put a finger to his lips to stop him.