Maribel
by
Gail Holmes
I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns, I allowed Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer
. Mirabel looked up as if contemplating his next move, he closed his eyes once more, his balls ached as he felt pressure within them, his cock throbbed once more and thickened as his seed passed along its length. Trouble was she couldn’t explain to her friends that her virginity had been taken; they’d ask whom! And knowing them they’d asked as to what it was like with such an older man
. . I could see the left side of Mandy’s body as she stood by the open door
Maribel
by
Gail Holmes
I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns, I allowed Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer
. Mirabel looked up as if contemplating his next move, he closed his eyes once more, his balls ached as he felt pressure within them, his cock throbbed once more and thickened as his seed passed along its length. Trouble was she couldn’t explain to her friends that her virginity had been taken; they’d ask whom! And knowing them they’d asked as to what it was like with such an older man
. . I could see the left side of Mandy’s body as she stood by the open door
Maribel
by
Gail Holmes
I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns, I allowed Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer
. Mirabel looked up as if contemplating his next move, he closed his eyes once more, his balls ached as he felt pressure within them, his cock throbbed once more and thickened as his seed passed along its length. Trouble was she couldn’t explain to her friends that her virginity had been taken; they’d ask whom! And knowing them they’d asked as to what it was like with such an older man
. . I could see the left side of Mandy’s body as she stood by the open door
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