I looked up into his eyes. I could feel the cool gold warming to my hand, but I couldn’t look away from his eyes. He pulled me close and started kis...ing me again. We slowly lay back against the pillows, kissing and touching, touching and kissing. His body was lean and muscled from construction work and running. He had a light sprinkling of hair across his chest that matched the dark hair on his head. His mouth was steadily working its way down my chest, and when he encountered the barrier of my. "Do you think anyone's watching us from across the street?" No, I don't think so," he lied – knowing quite well that the building across the street belonged to his family business and that his brother was probably getting ready to shoot a massive load by now. He didn't want to scare Danielle though. "Why, do you want anyone to watch us?" Mmmm..." Danielle moaned in reply as daddy's fucking picked up the pace even more. "I think I'd like to be watched."Daddy grinned. "My little girl is turning. The tent in my loose shorts was unmistakable and evidently undeniable, because Karen ran her left hand up the leg of my shorts and loosely grasped my cock.With her right hand, she lifted the material to expose my cock. By now, I had a full blown, raging erection.“Kiss it!” Mavis hissed, and Karen leaned forward to plant one kiss on my cock. Them, she licked my cockhead.On her knees, she reached out with both hands and lifted the loose elastic waistband enough to pull it over my cock, and down. "We need an information campaign to start up, post-haste, to nip any Textile backlash in the bud."With that, she started dialling.The Manatee Monitor comes out every Wednesday, filled with the latest goings-on in our mighty metropolis. It's usually completely uninteresting to any individual who doesn't actually reside here, as is typical of most local papers, and its idea of a major scoop is to correctly predict the price of oranges at harvest-time. Its employees consist of Walt Cheevers, his.