What to, you ask? Why, to our daughter, of course
. “Hey,” I smiled at the pair of them; Natasha (or Nat), my wife, three years my junior, and our daughter Sudiciona (meaning “slut” in Italian), or Sudi for short.
. I crossed the room in three giant steps and sank down onto her bed, I stared at her for a quick second as I slowly sent my fingers reaching for the shadowy area between her legs as my other hand brushed aside the tee shirt, finding her nipples to play with. We moved together in the same age old rhythm of men and women through the millennia, reveling in the sensuousness and pleasure of our bodies united
What to, you ask? Why, to our daughter, of course
. “Hey,” I smiled at the pair of them; Natasha (or Nat), my wife, three years my junior, and our daughter Sudiciona (meaning “slut” in Italian), or Sudi for short.
. I crossed the room in three giant steps and sank down onto her bed, I stared at her for a quick second as I slowly sent my fingers reaching for the shadowy area between her legs as my other hand brushed aside the tee shirt, finding her nipples to play with. We moved together in the same age old rhythm of men and women through the millennia, reveling in the sensuousness and pleasure of our bodies united
What to, you ask? Why, to our daughter, of course
. “Hey,” I smiled at the pair of them; Natasha (or Nat), my wife, three years my junior, and our daughter Sudiciona (meaning “slut” in Italian), or Sudi for short.
. I crossed the room in three giant steps and sank down onto her bed, I stared at her for a quick second as I slowly sent my fingers reaching for the shadowy area between her legs as my other hand brushed aside the tee shirt, finding her nipples to play with. We moved together in the same age old rhythm of men and women through the millennia, reveling in the sensuousness and pleasure of our bodies united
