Lenore
Chloe can be such an insistent brat sometimes. The long winter having instilled closet fever we finally open the pool for the season and immediately the delightful memories of her October birthday party come to mind.
Its a Friday afternoon and with the fine weather and the coming Memorial Day weekend we both left work early to lounge about the pool and tend to the small things that the harshness of winter has placed in disarray. Gardens need attention. The pool tile needs cleansing and for a woman of my ilk, there can be no finer way to spend an afternoon than watching a totally naked Chloe swab the pool deck. She is delectable and teases me by kneeling with thighs parted to flash her smoothly clean depilated love pouch.
Ill feed him every day and exercise him. We can string
