Would she get too embarrassed? Would she forget her lines? Would she .Would she get too embarrassed? Would she forget her lines? Would she . . . Then her eyes drifted to the picture of her father as a boy picking artichokes in a field somewhere with his parents. She didn't know why, but it was her favorite photograph. She stuck it in the frame of her dresser mirror so she'd see it everyday. "Boy, dad," she thought to herself, "You've sure come a long way." She couldn't even remotely imagine living in the squalid shack her father grew up in; not with a red Ferrari sitting in the garage right now. Raul's young cock was about to explode when he took his hand away from it. He moved closer to the TV and pushed his cock forward, flexing the firm muscles of his smooth young ass. |