Dance Party

David still felt the anger inside him after his wife hung stripping up. He couldn’t believe his baby girls tricked him like that. He knew he had to punish them for it somehow and tried to think how. David moved from the kitchen to his study and got a bit of reading done. A few hours later he heard the girls in the kitchen. He got up and headed for the kitchen, bracing himself for the fight. “Good morning girls,” David said with a smile, “or should I say good indian afternoon.” The girls were both wearing short pool dresses and eating a bowl of low carb cereal with skim milk. “Morning daddy” they said in unison and went back to their cereal. “So what are you plans for today?” David asked. “We’re gonna finish up here and head out to Alex’s pool” softcore Ashley said. David knew what he was going to do and took a deep breath before he continued speaking. “Your mother called this morning.” he started, and saw the girls exchange a quick glance at each other. “She arrived teasing safely at her hotel and is just fine.” David said as if he finished speaking. He saw Brooke letting out a relaxed breath and continued talking. “Interesting talk we had,” David started again holding back a grin, “We talked about your curfew, and imagine my surprise when she told me your curfew hasn’t changed in two years.” David looked at his girls as they kept their head party down. “I can’t believe you lied to me like that,” David said sounding genuinely hurt, “and because of that you’re not going anywhere today.” Both girls looked up at him with puppy eyes as he gave them his verdict. “No daddy, please” they said with pleading voices, “We’re so sorry, we don’t know what we were thinking. It will never happen again.” “Love her,” our husband groaned. After Lilith filled the glass, she studied the fluid while finishing emptying her bladder. I had barely touched her. Curley's cuteness was almost gone as he had been with the family over a year and was now weighing over party 200 pounds. We slept like this, still naked and together. She was caught up in her little fantasy and imagined how it would feel if he moved his kisses to her neck. “Unless you want another spanking. "Watch your language young lady. Hazel nodded. "Ahh you're just so sweet Robin!" “They are held in transport. "Why are you doing this to me? Do you want me indian to die from a stress induced heart teasing attack?" he asked, holding her to stripping him. “Yes, I’m fucking serious! The shirt drops down. Jill put softcore her first and second fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. Almost.