After will be snack time,” she said as she led the way to the living room couch. “You have to lick it off my face,” she said. That…that’s so nice.”
“Just a minute,” I said as I held her hand still, continuing, “You have to use some spit to make him slick.” Once her hand was slipping properly up and down my dick I added, “You can squeeze a little tighter.”
With both of her tiny hands working in unison she said, “I see what you mean. “Damn fucking good!” she shouted. She was leaning in a loving way into her husband and smilingly looking at me with sparkling dark blue eyes. John, these are my parents Robert Logan and Mary Logan.”
They turned their attention to me, asking me about my family, telling me about Andrea’s brothers and sisters, where Mr. Logan said, “You do understand that Andrea is likely to pass on her small size to one or more of her daughters?”
“Yes sir, Andrea explained that, and we are a long way from any
