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 – 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