Sinful Desires; Their Addiction
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ago at my Dad's engagement dinner with her Mom. I
, and full, pouty lips, she was stunning. Easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. And her curves. Fuc
sinful thoughts in their tracks, but I found I didn't giv
York. It was our last day at Bullvalley and wanted to leave her with something to think of. Ever
he tasted like soursop, which made me dig my tongue deeper inside her, l
pussy, her breathy moans, and cries of pleasure. And Jesus, those round tits. I imagined fucking t
cock rages hard against my pants. Luckily the person sitting clos
ing investors who might be interested as maintaining the ranch had become expensive. I put
s and pretty in the traditional sense. Looking at her, I wondered where Emma got her features fr
no doubt, but no child would easily accept their parents are
king all my willpower to stay put and not charge into
le, She went back for more sides ā apple pie and creamed corn. I would have offered to help, but I was mesm
situation between us might be, I couldn't wait to dirty h
e began dishing out to serve every
locked on mine cau
lieve you made all this you
sweet smile, and fuck if hearing my na
"You know it's a special occasion wh
understood her resolve. My father was Mr. Harvey's best buddy before h
ce chipped in. "She has improved so much in her cooking skills, and I'
messed up their mother-
d and I helped her settle in an
n cleared his throat, "Emma,
hone most of the time. He was calm, calculated, and reserved. He only talked when
spered, paying more atten
from under the table. She tensed and her eyes grew wide. She cleared her throat and continued eating. Good g
ed to cook so well," I asked her, br
a slight shake of her head as she c
a wonderful cook." Dad said, taking Grace
lied, bringing Dad's hand to he
arvey must be rolling in his grave." She added, ba
r plate and making Emma jump,
e stepped right on a land
no one ate or said a word for a few minutes. When the atmosphere beco
time as my hand never moved from her knee. When I looked over at Aiden, the grin on his fa
ired on. If she was in a print skirt, I swear to God,
nd a little higher up her leg and ru
her. She bit her bottom lip and a pret
and I swear on everything I hol