Dawlia smiled. Gay sex What was Dad doing to her to make her moan like that? She dragged him around the corner to the parking lot. She couldn’t believe her father would talk like that about her mom in front of her. She dragged him around the corner to the parking lot. That was the point.But the whole purpose for the tiny new bikini was lost unless it worked on her husband. Was it Truman? Already she had learned how to handle it.“All right, Dawlia. He looked up when she came in.“Dawlia? It was just after one in the morning, and she was too worked up to sleep. Her mind was not on her salad. The horror of what she had gotten herself into as a young bride was becoming clear, especially now that Truman was becoming set in his ways.“Dawlia, dear, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. She had a big smile on her face that would not go aways. Her mind was not on her salad. She was in the bedroom in the vacation condo.She rolled over onto her back. The shaft of his cock rubbed along her warm, wet slit.She closed her eyes. Dad was not holding her by her waist anymore, but was
