Who wore it better?The Commander said glaring at her daughter.Getting off the floor the blonde threw dagger like glares at the Commander.Perfect vintage she say, yes Jay, I would love to come in. The formalities out of the way I escort Heather into the apartment, and as we get to the living room Heather turns and wraps her arms around me, kisses me deeply, grabs my arms and throws me on to cumshot the couch.Ha, don’t be so upset girl, not every lass gets a pair.Kelly wasn’t ostensibly an anime fan or comic nerd, and instead seemed more like someone who normally looked down on geeks like them.Just hold on till I get them.My fingers sank into her heavy mounds, feeling their weight.Her hands slid down my body, her granny digits so hot, her fingernails lightly scratching at my skin.What the— what are you doing out on deck?Roger loosened his grip, giving room for her fingers, which were fumbling to open his shirt buttons.She laughed, it was an infectious laugh, suddenly I felt at ease in her company.We had local white rum and coke, branded mind you, not some of the rough spirit, sold in the back streets.It became easy to chat, nothing serious, just where she anal came from, that kind of trivial stuff.Are you sure? Oh, and my father was not entirely Caucasian. You might call it luck, I did not have to anal spend time to get tanned. To top it all, my mother’s surname was Pennington and my siblings were having that surname as well. My surname is Ashe, which does not have to be bad. I just wonder why my father named me ‘Harry’. Yes. That’s me. Harry Ashe. Some people might have a cumshot bad day or perhaps even a bad vintage streak. I thought of myself having a wrong granny incarnation. I even thought a reincarnation into a shit fly might improve my life. Shit everywhere, right?