My heart was beating so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. With my head spinning, I surrendered to him and simply enjoyed him kissing me. It did...'t seem to realize he had worked his large hand under my shirt and pushed my bra upward to squeeze my breast. It wasn't until he pinched my nipple and my body shook with pleasure, that I realized how much I was enjoying his attention to me. When his tongue finally withdrew a little from my mouth, I pushed closer to him, not wanting to break our. "I wasn't ready to be amother, I know Keith wasn't ready to be a father... I had my whole careerahead of me... Let's face it, I'd have been a terrible mum..." Nowsniffling myself, I lean forward and give Charlotte a long, tender hug."You'd have been a wonderful mother," I say reassuringly- even if Idon't fully believe my words. "God knows you're the best sister in theworld!" Thanks," Charlotte mumbles. "Obviously you can NOT tell Keith aboutthis." I promise," I say. "Thank you, thank you for. "My pussy, Daddy," I whispered.He spanked my ass hard. "Whose pussy is this?!" he yelled.Confused and on the verge of a new batch of tears, I stammered, "My ... my pussy, Daddy."He slapped my ass again so hard I thought he might have torn the flesh. It was so hot and I knew I'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. He yelled the question again and I finally knew the answer."It's your pussy, Daddy." That's right slut! Whose tits are those?" Yours, Daddy. They belong to you." That's a good little. She was having a hard time relaxing, and, of course, she had no juices. Harold was going to have to break out the lube again. Usually, she'll come around.Mr. Jacobs didn't seam to be having a problem. His cock was hard, harder than usual, in fact. Earlier that day, he got a glimps of his secretaries left nipple as it slipped out of her top - a surprisingly elegant "tube top" with a very colorful print of a single rose running up her right, something she likes to wear on casual Fridays. Its not.