ebony Gardens

She bought the house outright. Mine’s going up on the market soon and then we’ll make a home. Right here or somewhere else. Who knows. She's home, I'm home it doesn't really matter where the real estate is. We got together, when we could, to work on some dped anal cosplay pieces, and we even managed to put together some decent looking bracers and visors that sold pretty quick. For decent money too. Between her talent with carbonfiber and foam molding and my ability to put metals smallboobs together, without burning gaps in em, and wiring, they came out pretty solid. When she didn’t have class and I didn’t have work we were joined at the hip and other places. We went out, occasionally, to the movies and dinner, but mostly we just entertained ourselves. In and out of bed. For the most part, when we did go out, people pretty much left us alone. Only a couple of times we had to deal with trolls. You know the sort, the ones who have to interrupt your day because their lives don’t have meaning, unless they’re being dicks. Mostly it was just looks or the suspiciously loud word but we just ignored it and it passed. On one occasion she was coming back from the bathroom when some Grand Theft Auto tough guy grabbed her by the wrist and asked if he could buy her a drink. She said, “No thanks,” but he wouldn’t let it be. “Can I have my hand back? Now.” He noticed me and gave me a stare that just made me smile and return the gaze. I’d seen his kind before, the kind that acts all tough on the internet because there’s no reprisals but they forget they’re in the real world and not in a video game. And then their expression changes, just a little, as they remember there’s no health kit on the wall, no extra life, no paladin, no quick save to go back to, just pain. Real pain. Pain they had little experience with. His shoulders slumped minutely and ebony he loosened his grip and let her go. grandpa He kept eyeing us up, blatantly making quiet jokes, more to impress his friends with his bravado than anything else. She didn’t notice, I didn’t care. I've had my ass kicked and survived but even through the worst of it the other guy always knew I'd given back just as good. Finally, he gathered his balls and spoke, right at me. “Are you her dad?” he asked, with a snarky ass grin. Now, he already had a catsuit face you just wanna pop for no damn good reason, except maybe asshole lookalike bias, so it took a bit of control not to casually walk over and punch him right in the throat. *”Only on Mondays.” I replied “But today’s Sunday, Moses.” he snapped back. I smiled even bigger, he dropped his eyes, I looked in hers. *”Oh! I know!” I smart-assed back. Then she kissed me deep, for effect. Most of the people we met together couldn’t give a shit, but if they did, we’d cut them short. So far no one has pushed, too hard. If someone does though, she’s worth another scar or two. His mouth slipping, Leadia pulled on his hair with both hands. I'm getting concerned that such bottled-up lust will cause adverse consequences to your emotional health. Say it!" I treasured ebony the feel of his tongue darting through my folds. I always thought of myself as a “cool” dad. “Shhhh, don’t talk like that. I groaned, opening my smallboobs mouth. You close your eyes catsuit and sip contentedly and grandpa smile. “It didn’t seem to bother you in Ibiza.” The next day, Sam came around to arrange the listing of my place as my family and help were no longer available to maintain it. “.. The voices of the other girls faded off and we heard the squeaky pine door slam shut . dped anal . .