New Blog: GHETTO HOOCHIES got there, Barbra had waited to shower, cause Luke was still up. I was sitting on the couch, reading a story to Luke when Barbra came out of the shower. I couldn't believe my eyes. The bedroom door was opened slightly and the image that bounced to me via the mirror was a very naked Mrs. Marx. Here was the woman I idolized and fantasized about, drying herself off in full view of me. I prayed she wouldn't notice the door opening. As she finished drying she sat down at the table with the mirror. My cock was growing hard and I started to rub it through my pants. Luke had fallen asleep so I carried him to bed.
