“It’s a secret.”
“Well, I’m gonna remember this tomorrow night.” she responded. Anna stretched in an exaggerated yawn “Well, I’m heading to bed.” She shot me a sidelong glance. So I offered it to her. “Good
night daddy.” She gave her father a peck on the check then drifted out into the darkness. And let’s face it, I really did look down on their inferior minds. She was a hurricane survivor and I was her life raft. The adults’ got their food next then made their way into the hoard. His wife
Julie was the epitome of a MILF—a tall leggy blonde with big tits that always seem to be screaming “Hi there! Her face was less than inches from mine,
our eyes lost in the others. Anna was in a plain white bikini that did well to accentuate her lithe, but unmistakably girlish,
figure with a see through white tee-shirt over top a few sizes too big.
