So: Blaser = woman willing to blow, whose (by no means not exclusive or primary) sexual preference lies in the oral satisfaction of the male cock, inc...uding swallowing sperm.Speaking of swallowing, the instrument must also be swallowed whole and in full, everything else is against the rules of the game. And that's where we got to the Crux. Almost all women fight against gagging when blowing, which is really gross for the man and just as uncomfortable for the woman. It's just not fun to throw up. Amy lifted herself off my still erect cock and quickly pulled on her panties and jeans. I got up and put my briefs and slacks back on. Amy was scared and went into the back garden but I just sat down in the lounge.I was scared too and perhaps should have gone upstairs to her and at least face her like a man but what could I say to her? ‘Sorry?’ That would be pathetic. No form of apology could ever placate what I had just done. I had fucked our daughter. Not even the semantics of her not being. The first thing that seemed out of place at the office was the looks I was getting from the boss's secretary Rose who normally would just ignore me as another young jerk looking to get laid. She never failed to reinforce her lack of interest in me and the way I tended to hang around the young chicks with tight skirts and too much lipstick on their mouth. I thought Rose was more than adequate for a special moment in the supply closet but I wasn't too enthusiastic about wooing her with any degree. The friend was cheap looking, with shoulder length bleached hair and dark brown roots an inch long, her skin a deep tan with an orangish tinge, her face caked in foundation a shade too dark and thick black eyeliner ringed her washed out blue eyes. She was wearing a thin shirt, her black bra showing through it, and a skirt that just barely covered her ass. Her shoes were four inch heels and he winced to himself just looking at them. She was stick thin, and looked as though she had starved.