Vanessa let out a huge sigh of relief when she saw those white folds of paper right where she had left them. She reached up with her hand to retrieve ...hem just as she heard a floor board creaking behind her.Vanessa slowly pulled that speech note paper down towards her breasts then just as slowly turned around. One hand went up to her mouth in shock and fear as she recognized in that instant who it was that had made that board creak. Vanessa knew at once that it was her own father. He had forced. One moment I was there, the next, lost in a sea of emotion and memory…. I remember his hands, the first time we met, strong and soft against mine as we informally shook hands. He was with another girl that night, and I was flirting my way into free drinks at the bar, so our paths separated, and very little more was thought of it. It wasn’t until the third time that we met that any thoughts of something more began to tingle at the back of my head, and tingle they did. Tipsy as I was at this. ..Just uncross them for me honey.?Almost lazily Ella lifting then swinging her leg off the other. The stiletto contacting the floor, scraping slightly. Her knees touching slightly, rubbing. Nylon rasping nylon. Smiling as she obeys the suggestion. Inwardly feeling pleased with herself that she was obeying this woman.?Good Girl. Good Girl.?Marjory, casually picking up her bag. Unzipping it. Looking inside. Reaching inside, taking out something before continuing the now slightly firmer rubbing of. Even soaking wet she was fucking snug. Soon I was balls deep, fucking her hard and fast, her arms around my neck. I watched my swollen cock as it moved in and out of her pouty pussy lips, glistening with her juices, the little wisps of blonde hair waving at me. "Fuck, you got a great pussy," I said as I fucked harder. ”Fuck me, fuck me...” she groaned as I pounded her into the table, "give me all of that big cock."I felt my orgasm building. I held her tight and slammed my throbbing prick in as.