“It’s delicious” he replied between mouthfuls “and you can call me Leo.”
“Hmm” she thought, leaning forward and gently squeezing her cleavage together “you seem too proper to be just Leo.”
Her boyfriend’s father was an English teacher in his late fifties. Mister… “Get… Mister… “Hmm” he thought, and she could see him adjusting himself under the table. “This is very good, you’re a talented chef.”
“It’s not my only talent” she replied, and then felt bad when he started choking on his food. “It’s polyamory, we never get jealous and we’re both very satisfied.”
“I’ll let you stop there” Leonard replied “it’s enough to know that my son is happy.”
“Very” she bounced slightly, giving Leonard a nice show her heaving bosom. “This is very good, you’re a talented chef.”
“It’s not my only talent” she replied, and then felt bad when he started choking on his food. In fact, that was how they met. In fact, that was how they met. “Get… “Should I call you daddy” she asked in her sweetest voice. “Fuck me” he managed after a minute of admiration “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks Leo” she replied cheerfully “now finish your dinner while I take some selfies for your son.” Read 6987 times |
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