Spying On My Naked Teen Daughter
She then rolled over in our bed, looking right at me and scaring me half to death in the process. Jesus, Kate sometimes had such an uncanny timing, it was surreal. Paired now with the way her eyes were gleaming in the dim moonlight, it could make one wonder if the supernatural truly existed or not. Luckily, I had it on good authority that my wife was just a flawed human woman. “I was thirsty,” I lied and made my way to her. “I went to grab a glass of cold orange juice.” “I see.” My mouth...