"Why don't we check that stuff now? Then there won't be any question about how much data was gathered," Emma said with a humorless smile."Alright," sa...d Black. He moved to a computer on one of the workbenches and started a program. He took the two plastic cards and popped them into some sort of black box reader. After the computer worked for a few seconds, views of both sides of Charlie Reed's employee pass appeared on a monitor. A long list of specifications and technical data followed.Black. Her C-Cups are definitely one of her best assets, since the rest of her look is, at least what you would descibe it, slightly above average. The main reason why you married her is the fact that you got her pregnant when you just started dating in High School and both of your very conservative parents kinda forced you into marriage. You never really fell in love with her, but you learned to live with it and even kinda learned to "love" her, at least a bit.Daughter: Your daughter, Annabelle. " You're very welcome."She gave another sweet smile, and if I hadn't already known how old she was, I would have thought her much closer to my own age. Except that of course maybe she was now younger looking than she had been, I thought, but wasn't rude enough to enquire."So how can I help?" I asked softly.At her blush I looked down at the tea. "This is delicious," I told her.She just nodded. She was scared, that was for sure, and it took her a while to come to her request, but my bland comment. We then walked (still naked) to the other side I even took a change and my toothbrush with me. My aunt saw my hard on and said why don’t you both try getting rid of it. While she said this I was like in seventh heaven. Reema gave a shy smile. We went to the other side and I got bold and told Reema lets to wash up together and all to which she agreed.We were now in the room she had originally kept her stuff. So I then kept my clothes on the bed and took her hand and put it on my hard on and then.