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My Nympho Daughter-In-Law
Our Sexy Secret
This time, I’ve gone too far. My son and daughter-in-law from California are visiting me here in North Carolina. I raised my boy all alone after his mother abandoned us for a cocaine dealer. We haven’t seen her in a decade.
Nevertheless, they are here for at least 30 days while he dries out in an Asheville drug rehab facility. Angie, his beautiful wife, an exotic dancer in Los Angeles, took Ryan’s old room.
I have my own drug and alcohol issues, but I consider myself a high-functioning addict. Needless to say, the things Angie and I did last night shouldn’t be discussed in mixed company. This is where my story begins.
Alarms are the primary source of awakening for most Americans. The sound from my alarm had a God-awful sound. However, making love to the sexiest California stripper in all the land, who just so happens to be my daughter-in-law, had a few hidden advantages.
The main one is my alarm on this fine morning are the kisses of a goddess. I feel soft kisses on my lips, cheeks, and forehead. I opened my eyes, and the sweet, lovely thing was smiling and staring me down.
