That's not a conversation for you." Why not? You've never had a problem asking that kind of stuff about me," I teased."Oh stop it," she playfully said... "I'm your parent. One day you'll have adult c***dren of your own and you're going to feel pretty disturbed if any of them ask about what you do with your penis." Great point, but until that day comes, I'll still be interested in how you think of dad. Hearing you so passive about it makes me even more curious."She sighed, "You really want to know. I had four fingers buried in my pussy up to the palm and it still wasn't enough to quench my hunger. I hoped that he would burst through my door and force his thick shaft down my gagging throat. The frantic thrusting of my hand inside my cunt was causing my flopping tits to bounce around wildly. I started to lose control of my body and my legs jerked and twitched involuntarily. My knees gave out and I sat back down onto the stool. The onset of my approaching orgasm was interrupted by my fall. . 'So He went to the Blacks and said, 'I have Commandments.'The Blacks wanted an example, and the Lord said,'Honor thy Father and Mother.''Father? We don't know who our fathers are. We're not interested.'Then He went to the Mexicans and said, 'I have Commandments.'The Mexicans also wanted an example, and the Lord said 'Thou shall not steal.' 'Not steal? We're not interested.'Then He went to the French and said, 'I have Commandments.'The French too wanted an example and the Lord said, 'Thou. ’ Dr. Street shook his head. ‘I already have a dark-haired girl in my PR department. I don’t need another.’ ‘I understand, sir,’ said Kelly, ‘but I haven’t had a chance to discuss that with her yet.’ Michelle kept her voice deceptively casual. ‘If you don’t mind my asking,’ she said, ‘am I understanding correctly that there’s a problem with my, ah, hair color?’ Kelly held up her hand. ‘Please, Michelle, don’t misunderstand. Dr. Street is well aware that hair color has no bearing on ability..