1. A New Day, A New You part 7


    Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Blackmail, Blowjob, Group Sex, Interracial, Violence, Voyeurism, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    mother and it takes a bit for Imelda to recognize the key and I watch mother and daughter head out to the garage with me in tow. Our garage has plenty of things but the one thing that Esme has been asking for from her mother is her own tools. I took a drawer in my chest and turned it into Esmeralda’s tool drawer and filled it with the basics for working on her bicycle. Mommy and daughter are having a gear head moment and I get a hug from my baby before heading back to the rest of the family. We’re all sitting around unwrapping a few gifts when I hear crying coming down the stairs and now everyone is quiet. Christy is bawling her eyes out and I have no clue how this happened. “Baby what is wrong,” I ask her and get babbling and more tears in response. I let Rachael take Christy up to her room and wait a few minutes as we all hear the crying stop and I hope my little ginger is calmed down when Rachael comes down stairs and grabbing me by the arm drags me out of my chair and into the kitchen. “What the hell were you thinking,” She growls quietly. “I was thinking she’s a good girl and really wanted one for Christmas or any other holiday honestly,” I whisper back. “She thinks Santa brought it for her and that you’re going to take it away,” Rachael tells me and I get marching orders to go see Christy in her room. I get upstairs and as soon as my baby girl sees me in the doorway she’s bawling harder while holding a brand new golden retriever puppy. I catch a few words in the ...
    crying like Santa, Daddy, please, and love. I sit down in front of my daughter and watch as she clutches onto her new puppy like I’ll take him away right now and she’ll never see him again. I hold my hands out for the puppy and she slowly lets me take the dog which I hold up to my face and look at it for a moment. “You don’t like the dog,” I ask Christy confused. “I don’t want you to take Wiggles,” she tells me quietly. “I didn’t plan on taking your dog Christy, Santa and I talked about this last night and he said you were ready and I’m not arguing with Santa so he let me put him in your bed so you could wake up together,” I inform my little ginger who tackles me onto my back with hugs. I am barraged with ‘thank you daddy’ and ‘I love you’ before the puppy, now Wiggles, is removed from my hands and carried down stairs by a happier Christy. Not a single child feels like they were left out and my wives and I attempt to relax the day away as the children take over the house minus anything productive like meals and cleaning. I am ordered to take the new little one out with my daughter for a walk to get the puppy some fresh air and for once I’m grateful it didn’t snow. Our walk is a good one and if you ever want to see a girl take her new responsibility very seriously it’s when you have to hand her a plastic bag to pick up puppy poop. All in all we’re looking at a Christmas that is pretty calm and happy, next year I will remember no puppy. Especially if this one lives, god I hope this ...
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