“Your corned beef hash is fabulous. Sunsets are awesome, and your warm hugs and sweet kisses are better than fabulous and awesome. Adults dressing up as stuffed toys are plain silly!” “We’re not going as stuffed toys! We’re going to be Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy.” “I see. You want us to hard fuck attend a highfalutin Halloween Masquerade Gala, not on Halloween. You want us to go as animated cotton stuffed rags dolls with yarn hair. I should be thankful you didn’t choose the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees from that trio on your bed. I’d likely be bringing up the rear.” “Johnny, I’m serious. Will you go with me?” “Are we negotiating, Bunny?” “Yes, negotiating and compromising, handsome.” I’ll tell you what; you give me a high and tight, just like the old days. I’ll wear my dress uniform, sword and all,” and John put his cup on the table, “See we just compromised. I agree to go.” “Don’t you dare even suggest I cut your hair like that,” she warned as she ran her fingers through adorable his thick and full blonde hair. It was perfect; thick and full, blow job and just the way she likes it. Rachel now was cutting and trimming it for him in the kitchen, another of her many skills. “I’ve seen pictures of you with a high and tight haircut, and you're interracial handsome regardless, but I adore you with a full head of hair.” “Fine, forget the high butt and tight, and I’ll leave my sword home.” I kissed the cheek that I just spanked, then gave it a little bite. I stood up, dropped my skirt and pulled my top off. "Well good, is nice to see you smiling again too Mom." “That was fucking nasty, Chris! Ginny set down her quill, looking intrigued. Just then I felt him put interracial his hands on my waist and slide my shorts off. I knew my heart was making me question almost everything I thought I knew about myself. I wondered if should do something; if they were too grabby blow job for Natalie, what was Pakpao putting up with? So, if you don’t know that adorable means if your ball lands off of the fairway or the green or if your opponent makes a birdy (one under par for the hole) then you owe them money. There’s a story to be told somewhere with that. Comfortable now, Silk purred, “Perfect Master.” “I see you have done this before, eh Frank, are you a whore?” I slapped butt his ass hard as I raised one leg and put a foot on the floor “Yes you are and you like my cock you dirty fuckin’ queer” All too soon, with a flick of her tongue, and gentle hard fuck sucking of her throat, I began to pour my load into Annette's mouth.