“Thanks Dad,” Amy replied. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made...her way to the entrance of Carter Junior High School.Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daughter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years. It’s just so . . . special when we make love. I’ll bet there isn’t a boy in the whole school that’s half the lover my Dad is.”“Crap, Michelle, I’m sorry. If I had known that I was going to get in the way, I’d have never have come over, at least not today.”“Oh, that’s okay. Like I said, I might have missed making love to Dad this afternoon, but there’ll be other chances, and I think this chat has done both of us more good than we know. It has me, anyway.”“Yeah, me too! Oh, thank you, Michelle! I. I started to massage her pussy and she was hissing loudly and so I put my mouth on lips and thrust my tongue inside her mouth and then she held my cock tight and parted her legs and she brought her pussy forward and took my cock in between her thighs and started to rock fast so I understood that now she is red hot so I took her to my bedroom and laid her and I also laid beside her and started to kiss her and also started to squeeze her boobs and then I came down and licked her navel and the. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and shut his door. Fuck Carla! Now What are you going to do! You have no present for him and less than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my knees in.