Father daughter Date Mother sonChapter 2 Ava and Doug
Ava Joan Marshall studied her naked body in the full-length mirror in her apartment’s bedroom. ‘Not bad for a thirty-eight-year-old broad’, she thought. She hefted her boobs with both hands, taking a second to rub both thumbs over her already erect nipples. The sensation made her moan and validated the feelings she had that she was hornier than a billy goat in the springtime. Almost on automatic, she went to her bedside table and opened the drawer. Inside she extracted a large dildo and...