Ok, so I just jacked off to my daughter’s ass. Clearly I can never do that again. Fortunately, alcohol makes ignoring things easier. The next three ...ays I made it point to go to bed before Lucille and I also made it a point to get blind drunk to do it. The little bit of time we spent together in the evenings was like it had always been except that I found myself looking at her differently. She never noticed or, if she did, she never let on. On the 4th day I spent the evening dealing with work. Scrambling desperately to keep from falling over, she clung to the knife’s edge, desperately praying that she would be able to keep herself from spending.Then, it was over, and she sobbed as her legs gave out, lying back against the surface of the desk with her head turned away. Gently, ever so gently, she felt the headmaster reach out to take hold of the ginger root, and she hissed as he drew it out of her backdoor. Setting it aside, he reached out with a tissue to wipe away the tears running. ”“Are you SURE about that?”“We do know how to do our jobs,” Agent Stone growled.“Let me ask you this, Agent Stone. Have you laid eyes, personally, on Noel Spurgeon in the past four days? Have you laid eyes, personally, on Murray Matheson in the last four days?”“Obviously not.”I shook my head, “Then you have no idea where either of them is.”“This isn’t a Freshman philosophy seminar! Is the cat dead or alive? Come on!”“The paradox in that thought experiment was only resolved by actual. I slowly lowered myself on his dick at first it was too big for my ass. Which he understood so he asked me to stand up in the tub so that my ass was at his face level with him sitting. He applied some lotion on my ass and on his fingers and slid one finger in me, moved it for a while and then two fingers and then three fingers in my ass and finger fucked me for a while.After he thought that I was lose enough he asked me to take his dick again this time, as I was lose with little pain only I was.