Thankful that Victoria was just rolling around and that she didn’t get up, I pulled Sarah’s head up from under the blankets and I almost wanted to...yell at her, but instead I kissed her as quietly as I could tasting my cum on her lips. Sarah then turned around and went back to sleeping. Not bothering to pull my shorts and boxers up from my ankles, I turned back to the spooning position but put my hand down the side of Sarah’s sleeping shorts and moved my hand from her sexy hips to the front of. Look, old friend, there had better be no tracks that lead back to you.”“That sounds accusatory, Jordan. I can’t think of any reason tracks would lead to me.”“Later,” Jordan ended the conversation. “Our truck is on the move.”I’d done Simon one last favor when I dissolved the business. I’d done it in Bradley’s name. There was no evidence of anything that would lead back to Simon. I did think, however, that it merited a little investigation to see if I could tell how they were planning to move the. You layed back onto the couch and raised your legs to your chest without a word. He climbed over you and pressed his shaft against your slit and started rubbing up and down but not entering you. "Fuck me" you pleaded. He looked you in the eyes and answered "I have no condom on. Hang on, I'll go get one". He started to get up but you wrapped your legs around his waist and held him against your pussy. "You said you're clean. I'm a married woman and I can assure you I am also. Don't worry, I'm on. I felt my nipples suddenly stiffen; started to push them into his chest just before he lowered me to the floor."I'm getting to old for this, I can hardly carry you," he joked, a broad grin on his lips."Yeah right dad," I answered, both of us knowing how hard dad worked to keep his thirty-seven year old body in shape. At six-two and a chiseled one ninety-five, my father still had the hard athletes body he'd had winning football letters at U.V.A.But then later, as we ate the meal I'd prepared, I.