"You keep this old place clean?" Yes, sir!" Ken said, as he looked over to the taxi.A heavily pregnant Misha paid off the driver that had lifted the t...o suitcases from the boot. He asked, "Do you need help, Mrs. Kosianski?" It's Kosinski. No, thank you, I can manage." Misha struggled with the heavy suitcases, her previously petite frame weighed down with a large pregnant belly.The driver looked at her and then towards Bob, who had just disappeared into the house, before getting back into the. I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you. I'm going to ram my cock into your cunt as deep as it goes.'"That wiped the smile off my face, at least for the moment. But there was no sign of aggression in Roger's voice. He had spoken those crude words like another man might have suggested a walk, hand in hand, along the banks of a moonlit river."Nevertheless, I was shocked - at least initially. My apprehension soon gave way to anticipation when Roger described in great detail what he was. You slap my ass, and I cry out at the mix of pain and pleasure from the action.I do a little twist and grind movement with my hips, which I had picked up in a book, as I smile down into your shocked face. “You mean fuck you, like this baby?” I twist the other way and you grunt, beads of sweat popping out all over your forehead. “Or fuck you like this?” I slow down to a crawling pace, as I slowly ride up your iron hard pole. You groan in frustration as I slide down with excruciating slowness. I. He looks over noticing that something is troubling her. “sweetie you didn't eat the food that's unlike you. Yeah I know Daddy I'm just thinking that's all. Don't worry about it I'll just put it in the microwave.” she slowly walks to the microwave and for a brief second I took a look at her nice ass. I had to quickly Look Away remembering that she is my daughter. she puts the plate in the microwave and closed it behind her and started typing the numbers. A couple of hours flew by and Samantha.