Michael baby

I twirled around in the mirror as my dress swished with every movement. " It's perfect Dad." I said, turning to my father. He grinned. " Anything for my baby." He said, licking his lips. I gave him a big warm hug. " Everyone will upendo my dress for sure!" I alisema happily, spinning around in my dress. My mom then came in. " Okay Summer, time to take the dress off." She said, crossing her arms. I stuck my lip out. " But I upendo this dress, it's the most wonderful dress I've ever seen!" I said, stomping my foot. She looked at me with a mad look. " Sorry Mama, taking it off right away. "

The Next...

It was a beautiful siku in New York , I looked at Michael while he slept , looking so sexy. His lips so full and sexy , his bare chest with a pair of hard , rose pink nipples , his stomach was so smooth , he had the most nicest six pack. His hair rested on his shoulders , his arms were complemented with the most beautiful triceps ever. I crawled ontop of him , feeling his hardness against me. I moved the curls in his face away as I leaned in , my hair falling down to the side of my face. My lips pressed against his. I laid my hand on his cheek , my tongue entering his mouth as he moaned. I...

Michael helps me out of the kitanda and gave me a hug.
" I'm so happy that you're awake!"

I smile at his childish grin.
" Can wewe take me home?" I say weakly.

Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet
" H-home? I-I don't know about that."

I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."

My moyo beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few sekunde before he start kissing me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will wewe be my girl?"

My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...

I woke and Michael still sleep. I decided to get an early start on my siku , so I cooked an omelet and made Jamaican tea. I sat at the meza, jedwali and read the newspaper , nothing surprising going on. Isis was up "Morning , Nesha." She alisema , her voice sounding like a man's "Good morning , auntie." I alisema , my voice sounding like hers. Michael walked in the bathroom while I was walking to the room , he was naked. I walked backwards to see if this was true , it was. He was so hot and.....God , that punda "Michael , Isis is still here." I whispered as he snatched a towel on. I giggled , he was so cute...