Understand?" Heather shook her head intently listening. Christine then gently caressed Heather's cheek and leaned forward and kissed her softly on the...lips. "You still want this right?" Christine asked confirming her willingness. A quiet little "yes" escaped Heather's lips. "Okay good, but first we have to take care of that." Christine pointed between Heather's legs. "Take care of what Christine," Heather asked? "All that hair. My daddy likes a nice smooth cunt to fuck." This was exactly what. To Dacey it was an almost sensual sensation. As she drove to the plant, she realized that her AT parking sticker had gone with her old Datsun so she had to park in a visitors space.Marching up to the main entrance, she announced herself to the receptionist and asked to see Mr. Morrison and Mr. Miller, or either of them.“Who shall I say is calling?” the receptionist asked, looking up at Dace with a smile.“I’m Candace Kane,” Dacey replied with a warm smile of her own, “and I work here. Or I did,. ”“Except that you’re all naked?”Dan laughed as he sat down next to the tree with her. “Well, yeah, there is that, and the splashing.”“I still can’t believe I took my clothes off like that. I wasn’t even thinking about it until you told me that I didn’t have to. It just doesn’t feel strange there.” She paused to laugh. “Well, not too strange. I guess it will take some getting used to.”“Yeah, Dad and Steve say that I’m lucky I never knew any different.”Brooke’s lips parted slightly, and the. So here she comes again with her purse. I said you play to fucking much. You been playing since ELEM…The next thing I know is she comes in the door with that purse. Pops the buttons on her shirt throws that shit down. Big ass chocolate titties hanging out that fucking bra. She grabs the belt from my khaki cargo shorts, rips it off and pulls down my pants grabbed my meat. She started stroking it, she was reaching in her purse at the same time. She pulled out her panties that weren’t on then she.