Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Squirt left to go get the magazine and I took the opportunity to steal a kiss because heaven forbid I should go two minutes without some form of contact. “I miss being inside you, fuck.” She buried her hot face in my shoulder and mumbled the words back to me.
I promised myself then and there that after we got married I was dragging her off somewhere just to fuck for a week straight. The only problem with that was leaving the squirt behind for that amount of time, because after my week was up, she was going to need at least one day to recuperate.
After that, then her real honeymoon would start. She’d have to have pics to show our kids and grandkids one day after all. Couldn’t very well tell the future offspring that dad had spent the whole honeymoon fucking the pink off mom’s pussy now could we?
Alana came back with some fashion rag or the other and they looked through it until they found the infamous dress. “Oh sweetie it’s beautiful but I could never fit into something like that.”
All I could see from my place was what looked like strips of cloth and exposed flesh. I was more interested in why she thought she couldn’t wear something that she obviously liked though.
“Let me see that.” I reached out for the magazine and Alana beamed while her mother looked like she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the woodwork. Looking down at the picture on the page I held my tongue like a pro.
In my mind all I could think was that the only place she was wearing that contraption was in my house, preferably in my bed two seconds before I destroyed the strips of nothing material with my bare hands to get at her.
I just looked at her until she cleared her throat and looked away. “And why is it that you can’t fit into this again?”
“Oh come on Dane, look at me. It doesn’t take a genius.”
“She thinks she’s fat, it’s what dad’s new...it’s what she said about mom.”
“Hush Alana, Dane doesn’t want to hear about that, besides that’s not why. I’m a mother and as a mom I have to set an example.” She stood from the table and started trying to look busy getting more salad. I felt the pain from where I sat and wanted to strangle the asshole again. Which made no sense, because had it not been for his monumental fuck up, she wouldn’t be mine.
“Mom there’s nothing wrong with this dress. There would be something wrong if I tried to wear it because I’m too young, but you’re an adult and you’re pretty, prettier than her even.”
I love this fucking kid. “Can I adopt you?” I’m not sure I’d meant to say that shit out loud, not yet at least; but I’m not the retracting type so fuck it.
The statement dropped into the conversation as it had been, was taken in the same lightness and everyone moved on. Since there were no screams of horror and the preteen didn’t turn up her nose, I figured it could be revisited at a more appropriate time in the future.
“I know what mom, Dane looks like he works out, why don’t you let him teach you?” As far as I could tell she didn’t need to change shit about herself, I like that little pouch thing she had going on. Especially when I was hitting her from the back spoon fashion, it was something for me to play with.
“Oh I don’t know Alana, and what’s with you volunteering Dane’s services?” She was trying to play it off but I could tell that she was being shy about the whole thing. I don’t see the fuck why, I’ve already seen her naked.
“I don’t think you need it, but if you’re serious I would be more than happy to work out a routine with you.” Shit, I wouldn’t mind seeing her in one of those tight fitting gym get-ups that the women wear, just more entertainment for my dick.
We went back to eating and the conversation switched to the upcoming recital. Alana was a multi talented kid, not only was she heavy into sports, or as heavy as a twelve year old could be, but she was also a musician and a budding dancer slash actress.
“Dane you’ll be there right; please say you’ll come.” Wow, she was making this too easy for me. I’d heard horror stories from the guys about what I could expect from a preteen girl but so far I haven’t seen any of that.
Ilene seems to have done an excellent job of raising her kid, even with all that she herself had had to go through here in the last year or so. I was proud of her for that shit, because from what I’ve seen on paper, it couldn’t have been easy keeping her head up in the little town she’d grown up in all her life after the blow the asshole had landed her.