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I guess you could almost say that I had a bit of a mum crush on her.

I would even go so far as to say that I would have been quite angry with Carl if he broke up with her.

Her gaze had come to rest on my crotch, fixed on where my flaccid penis was hanging down against my thigh. Two pink streamers trailed behind her, catching in her long hair: the ties of her bikini top where my fingers had hooked it. "You know, you're being a very naughty girl." I had her cornered between the bed and the bathroom door now.

Shae pranced up on top of the bed, bouncing gleefully on the mattress and twirling my bottoms. " She leaped off the other side of the bed and squared her shoulders in a pouty gesture. "I guess you'll have to punish me." She waited just long enough for me to open my mouth in reply, then hurled the trunks at my face.

2 and 3 down relative to 1 and 4 could indicate a head gasket leak between 2 and 3, where the gasket width is very narrow.

But for Emma and Lachy it was considerably more G-rated, of course - theirs is a love that grew from harmonising on Old Man Finnegan, sharing the stage with a giant foam dinosaur and accepting seeing each other in a skivvy almost every day of the year.

In a statement released to Fairfax, Emma Watkins said she was attracted initially to Lachy's musicality."I've never had much singing training as dancing has always been my thing but as soon as I heard Lachy sing I was blown away.

That, however, didn't seem especially likely, he was utterly besotted and it was clear to any observer that Jenny was definitely the one with the power in their relationship while Carl did whatever she wanted.

I didn't mind that at all, she'd managed to get my son doing some things that I'd never managed in years of being his mother.

Shae came out of the bathroom in her pink bikini, and I turned to look, catching my 12-year-old daughter's eyes roaming approvingly over my body. Nah." A quick hook around the table brought me within grabbing distance, but Shae yanked them out of my reach with a squeal.

Running and weightlifting kept me in shape as I got older, and I had managed to keep a muscular figure in spite of mother nature. Let me see..." I took a step toward her, and she shrieked, darting to the side, laughing wildly as she waved my black swimming trunks over her head. I went for her arm instead, but she twisted away like a ferret and I ended up stumbling over the leg of the papasan chair, sending it flying backwards. " she yelled, dangling the garment just out of reach.

I checked the floor by the dresser - not there either. My fingers drummed on the polished wood of the windowsill while I stood in thought, trying to remember the last time I had seen my swimming trunks.

Naked and frustrated, I surveyed the hotel room in the morning light, the light breeze from the open window swirling over my body.

The pink triangles of her bikini hung loose on her bare chest, showing off her pert nipples. I snatched blindly and caught her arm as she bounded like a gazelle past me, and we tumbled down to the carpet. " Shae coiled like a snake, squealing and panting, until I finally got my weight over both her legs and switched my fingers to her hips, lightly drumming them up and down the soft skin.

Not intending to wait for another taunt from my gloating daughter, I pressed my advantage, leaping onto the bed - and got whacked in the face with a frilly pillow for my trouble. Shae squirmed madly against me, trying to contort her way out of my grip, but I knew her one weakness. Shae flopped on her back, a wiggling fish howling with laughter as she slapped at my arms. We rested on the carpet, my daughter reduced to a gasping, laughing mess from the torture of my fingers.