With a decisive "Noo daddy... not there," she pulled his hand out, but not before he had felt the wetness on site and the heat being generated. Tracey...backed up from her on-going milking technique. "Let your dad feel you honey... he won't hurt you and if you can just relax a bit, you will really enjoy his fingers down there." "Mom, that's grotty... I can't let dad touch me like that. You wouldn't like it if I let boys in my grade do that would you?" "Well Shell, no I guess I wouldn't,". Involuntarily, I lick my lips. With a burst of honest introspection I admit to myself that I sat down to look at my newly shaven twat. To examine it, to admire it, to test whether it feels or reacts differently to a touch. I avoid my mirrored eyes and gaze down so that I can ogle my truly naked pleasure pot. Moving closer, I look at pores that have not been clear of growth since before puberty. My folds sit slightly parted, their crinkled edges bending inwards as if trying to hide from my. He and his wife were married for thirty years. As they were both aging, his wife was getting further and further away from wanting to have intercourse.At first, it was just annoying and later it was depressing. His wife always enjoyed sex, but after the menopause didn’t really seem interested. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her, but he had sexual needs that needed to be taken care of.He was tired of masturbating and watching porn. That really became stale after a while. He found himself. Chief Quinn vouched for you too Mr. Connors. Oh, I guess I should ask about my pay," Juanita said with a big smile. When she smiled at me it was like someone turned on extra lights in my office.Normally waitresses are paid not much more than minimum wage plus tips I told Juanita. "But we expect you do be more than the normal waitress so we'll pay you better." I mentioned an hourly figure and Juanita agreed to the wage. "One more thing, you will have to split the tips with the Chief. If the.