Polly laughed as she realised that mom had assumed she was the one being addressed."Turn over Jennifer," Polly told her. She did so and now I could se... my moms twat and her small dark pubic bush. I gave a moan, and this time mom must have heard me because she opened her eyes and looked at me. She was obviously enjoying herself to much to be bothered with the fact that I was watching her because she just grinned at me and spread her long shapely legs even wider."You can't make love to me," she. “What was that?” I asked her.“Daddy, you are the guy I was talking about. You are the special one.” She said.“You’re my daughter!” I said.“That boner you have suggests you liked kissing me.” She said.“I want you to be the special guy I lose my virginity to.” She added.“I can’t. That would be wrong.” I told her.“Why? You are my daddy, I would rather you make love to me and make it special instead of being another statistic for a dumb teenage boy.” She said passionately.“What about your. "Goldstein looked at the card, frowned and then said with surprise, "This card is from the FBI. What does the FBI have to do with your husband's death?" I don't know. The agent on the card just told me that my husband's death was under the jurisdiction of the federal government and not the local police but she wouldn't give me any other information. She just asked me to make the identification and then sent me on my way. That's the reason I'm so curious. Why wouldn't they tell me anything?" Kim. “Taste yourself” I sucked at Andrews fingers, I could taste my musky pussy and I now wanted to taste them. I began to undress myself, taking my time peeling off my shirt, then slipping myself out of the skirt. Both watched me intently and they too slipped their clothes off. I saw that Andrew had a good tan and was toned, but Thomas had more definition and a typical builder tan. They both kept their underwear on, but pulled out there fat erect cocks and stroked them. I unclipped my bra, but.