I then realized that if I didn't move on, I would eventually cum. How would I explain my actions to my daughter? How would I explain why I just spurte... my seed all over her door while peeping into her bedroom in the middle of the night? So, I quickly gained control and quietly continued my journey to the bathroom.Just a little background about me and my daughter: I am a 50 something divorced man. One who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. My Father was a computer and business genius.. ’ It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how to dance. We moved slowly, just me and her. I had expected for it to feel awkward, having never danced, not even at my prom. But in reality, it was…nice. I found myself enjoying the closeness, the warmth shared between us. Looking down at her, and seeing the small smile on her face, I. They kissed. He touched her—breasts, abdomen, thighs. He sucked her right nipple, then the left, and she gasped and closed her eyes. He circled her cunt, inches away, until she couldn’t stand it and grabbed his hand and put it right on it. She didn’t want to waste time with unnecessary foreplay. "I'm ready," she said, and he probed the outer flaps, like a pair of warm oysters guarding her entrance, feeling her readiness by the glutinous fluid on his fingers. Rich climbed on board and slipped. Just before 5pm. My phone does ring. It had been eerily silent all day. I thought Ally or Cait would have hounded me relentlessly to check up onme. Maybe I shouldn't have ignored their calls all weekend.The number of the current call is unlisted but I answer, hoping it'sClare, wherever she is. It's not. It's a male. "Hello is that Kimberley Jacobs?" He asks in reply to my greeting. "Yes." I'm reserved. If this is more press I'll go absolutely spare, Ithink in that moment."My name is Professor.