About five foot four, hips and belly that said she had delivered a child or three, backed by very full bosom that she didn't mind showing and a very m...therly looking face. I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, indeed, the term M.I.L.F fit her to a tee. And I was going to have to drop my pants for her.She was quite the professional but had a great bedside manner that made the visit with her so pleasant, even though she took four samples. The urine and blood one I was expecting as I. She tries to sit up and asks what I was doing. I tell her “I didn’t cum yet and I still have to.” She asks what am I going to do. I look at her as I lower myself onto her. I tell her, “you know what I’m going to do so just close your eyes and relax.” The whole time I am positioning my cock for its target. She tells me I can’t, it’s too big and is going to hurt. I tell her to relax as I put the head against her slippery virgin slit. She puts her hand against my thigh trying to hold me back.. Behind us I could hear Ed snickering. Phil did not seem too bad other than being influenced by Ed but I wanted to go back and smack Ed around some.Once inside Cindy seemed to relax. "I cannot take that Ed. All he does is stare at my boobs and crotch".I knew how he felt. I had a tough time not staring at them myself. "Why did your father invite him"?"He didn't. He invited you and Phil. Phil invited Ed without asking. What could Dad say when he showed up. He's always hinting to Dad that he wants. “Well, lately yes, but I naturally wonder if a Prophetess with an angelic father will have any time for a mere mortal like me,” Lansing answered with a self-deprecating joke that poorly concealed his real insecurity.“Oh, hush, you! I wear the pants in our relationship and you know it! I always have! Why on Earth would I want to give that up, sugar? At least with you, I get to boss around a fucking mayor! Is a Prophetess allowed to say that word? Oh, well, bite me if you mind!” Sarah put her.