Aaron ran homemade a hand through his hair with a grumpy huff. "That may be, honey, but I can't help feeling there's something not quite right about that boy." "He's 25, Aaron. He's a grown-ass man," the wife corrected. "All the more reason to be concerned," Aaron said with beautiful exasperation. "The age difference. She's practically a child compared to him." The wife made a loud 'Pfff' at that comment. "Six years, Aaron. Really, listen to yourself. When he is 30 and she is 24, who will care about such a miniscule gap? Get a hold of yourself. You're conjuring up a tempest in a teapot, as they say. And anyway, why bring all this up now? Why rehash all your concerns from last year? And don't tell me it's our daughter's thoughtless mistake tonight that brought all this swirling into focus. I don't buy it." The middle-aged man threw his hands up in a gesture of helpless frustration. "I don't know. Call it a gut feeling. Sometimes I feel like that boy is lying to us…maybe not about big things, but about little things…important things. As if he is amateur living some secret life we don't know about." Aleyna Jordan glanced at her husband with a look of exasperation which only a wife can manage. "Now you're just being paranoid. Aaron Archibald Jordan, you will stop being the stereotypical in-law and give that young man the benefit of the doubt. That is an order." When Aaron looked away, grumbling teen under his breath and staring out the window, Aleyna couldn't resist adding her pointed recap, both crisp and clear. "Daren ass is a very nice young man." The door to the Dungeon opened and Kitana, breathless with excitement, heard footsteps coming down the stairway. Beads of her liquid homemade passion ran down my chin. It roared again, part in challenge, partly in pain; I answered, which appeared to give it brief pause; it lost its footing on a beautiful precipice of rock, slid over the edge. "Dick!" “That was the part I hated.” She obeyed with alacrity, rubbing and grinding until her tormentor took mercy and reached down ass to pinch and twist her cunt lips between thumb and forefinger. Will you have to travel? Michael nodded. Then she hugged him close and rested her head on his teen shoulder. Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came amateur back on the line. “Have a nice day Luke,” he says to me with a sick smile on his face.