I dropped the spoon and plunged two fingers into my drenched hole until I was frantically leaning over the sink cumming, trying to stay upright while ...lso trying to be quiet. As I leaned against the sink, I could see Mandy cleaning him thoroughly up and down his shaft. “My god, she is just like me.” I went to my bedroom and felt shameful. This was wrong on many levels and I hoped I could somehow get past this newfound infatuation I had with my daughter’s sex life. Unfortunately for me, things. " No, no, Melinda, it's okay," Jason said in a softer voice. "I had to say that til my Dad got off the other line." Oh, okay. Wait... you don't think he'd listen in?"Jason glanced at the LED. It was still dark. "Well, not at the moment, anyway. So what's up? What happened when you talked to Cassie?" Plenty!" Melinda proceeded to tell him all the details about Cassie's feelings, what happened with the nurse, and what happened afterward when Cassie saw the aura. The only thing she left out was. Or fir unki jeebh mere hoto ko gila kr unke raas chura ne lagi. Khud ka bachav krne ke lie meine bhe apni tongue unki tongue se lada di. Mein tongue ki ladai jeetne he wali thi ki ussi ke beech unhone apna hath mere samne ke ubhar pr lag dia or zorr zorr se dabane lage. Dard me mera muu thoda sa khula or unki puri tongue mere muu me ja kr leharane lagi.Wo mere boobs dabane lage or mere upper he let gye. Wo super excited ho gye the or kabhi mere niche wale hoth ko to kabhi upper wale hoth ko. What I needed was black mail. I needed something along the lines of an insurance policy just in case this opportunity turned sideways. Cindy and I rarely spoke on the phone as it was far too dangerous. Not that chatting online was better, but at least we didn’t run the risk of someone listening in on our conversation. Besides, saved chat logs on a flash drive was the insurance policy I was looking for. Over the next few months, Cindy and I chatted on a daily basis and each day brought something.