Well, they said hello and I invited her to come in. She beamed all over, and on her face a contented expression betrayed her intentions. But I was ready for anything.
I still lay on the bed. When the girls went for a run, I started to get up. Where are my panties? I walked around the room and noticed them near the bed. They lay in the middle of the room a couple of meters from the entrance. Heck! So Jessica definitely couldn't help but notice them. How ashamed I am! What to do? You need to ask her for forgiveness. But stop! What will I tell her? "Jessica, I'm sorry, but last night I fucked your daughter, and in the morning she wanted to continue. But I didn't fuck her, she just sucked me a little. But I promised her that I would definitely fuck her later. Sorry, I won't do that again" ? Somehow not very. But if Jess realized that judging by my underpants on the floor, I wasn't just talking to her daughter at night, why didn't she fly into a rage. She didn't scream or curse. But she just laughed and remained in a good mood. OK. I won't do anything. If she wants to tell me about my inappropriate behavior, I'll just listen to her. And then ... Most likely I will be kicked out of the house, and possibly even out of the country. But there's nothing you can do about it. At least there will be something to remember.
Well, okay, maybe first in the shower ...
Oh mine is coming. Bring something to eat, I'm terribly hungry ...
liveartbcs.com/ecuador/17-02-2022-1. Vitalik, San want a drink?
Around the time I graduated from high school and got a job, I had a new hobby, which gradually absorbed me almost entirely. Let's call it "esoteric". I have always been a mystic by nature, rejecting a purely rational and reasonable approach to life, and, in the end, became so consciously. I was madly attracted by everything mysterious, incomprehensible, incomprehensible, connected with magic, religion, spirituality (all this was mixed up for me into some kind of single whole) ...
How many times a week do you and your husband sleep? I asked.
I walked closer to her and ripped off my pants.
So, the year 303 was on Fatos. Day 25