I slept in Bindi’s room that night, soaking up all her fragrances from her bedsheets and pillow. I took both her hands and intoned solemnly:
Darling Franny, my surrogate daughter. Milf porn I felt sure she would have her magnifying glass on it, as I knew she missed that part of our relationship. Serious face returned. I think she did too. (To witness Franny’s maternal instinct was very touching, and showed me a completely different side to her character.)
A few minutes she came back. I sat and looked and played for 10-15 mins, and by doing so, we got horny again and fucked (or was it made love??) again. Hell, that was two months ago! She put her index finger into her vagina and when it was removed, it gaped for few seconds. Back at the ranch, I took a quick shower in case she picked up any scent of sex on me, and it was time for Bindi’s next swimming lesson. She jumped back in shock, and said:
You bastard, Steve.
