1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 18


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Diary, Blowjob, Male/Female, Romance, Spanking, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    three hours per day, three times per week, for three consecutive weeks. Unfortunately, Piper suffered from this early on. But it was a common ailment and the pediatrician, after two thorough examinations, ruled out any cause for concern (such as an irregular heartbeat or acid reflux, for example). He told us to wade through it, and Piper's colic problem would disappear on its own once she reached four or five months old. Sure enough, Piper had been crying a lot less in recent weeks. She was back to being a normal baby now. Still, it had not been easy to watch my newborn daughter cry for hours at a time. She had been experiencing some sort of discomfort somewhere, yet we had no idea what it was. I was simply happy that the problem appeared to be resolved now. I tapped Pamela on the chin a few times until she was looking right at me. "You, my dear... I've missed you this week. I missed all of the girls." A smile danced across her face. "We missed you, too. And Lindsay. Trish was going insane without her around. Krissy and I were watching old videos of you in the voyeur room, reminiscing about memories from the island." I moved until my lips were just centimeters away from Pamela's, our breath mingling in the space between us. I leaned closer, tilting my head to the right, until my lips were brushing against hers and I could hear the rapid beat of her heart in the space between us. Suddenly, I wanted this woman. Bad. "I love you, Pamela. I love you so much." A smile curved up ...
    one side of her mouth. A very sexy, seductive and amazing smile that soon overtook her face. "I love you too, Jeremy. You're everything to me. You and Krissy, actually... everything." Pamela giggled like a schoolgirl as I reached out and pawed at one of her breasts through the tank-top she wore. It was incredibly thin and, since she did not have a bra on underneath, offered little barrier. "What are you trying to get at?" "Those titties," I answered, using a word that did not come out of my mouth all that often. Still, Pamela chuckled regardless. She was definitely comfortable, and at ease. But then, Pamela surged into me, her hands tangling in my hair, crushing the distance between us. It was hard, it was fast, it was incredible; almost like a dam bursting. Just that quickly, Pamela was kissing me and yanking my shirt out of the waistband of my trousers. My head pounding, desire coursed throughout every vein within my body. Pamela got my shirt off and tossed it to the side, and then her hands were on my skin. Whatever arousal I previously felt was nothing compared to the nuclear bomb that her touch ignited. Pamela pulled back, though, again biting her lower lip and smiling shyly at me. "I've wanted to do that all week!" "What? Kiss me like a crazy woman?" "Yes!" Pamela moved back even further, then popped one of her incredibly large, yet firm breasts out from beneath the fabric of her tank-top. With an awe-inspiring 38d-24-37 figure, Pamela's breasts were what dreams were made ...
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