I then hugged her and lifted her and made her lay on sofa and I laid over her and pinned her arm to sofa and fucked her. During this we were looking i...to each other’s eye. After fucking for some time s I told her I want to fuck her asshole. She denied and told that she tried with her husband but it while inserting it pained a lot so they discontinued and never tried it. I insisted that I want to fuck her ass and there is not getting through from this. She then agreed unwillingly. I asked her. I don't know what he used but it felt soft like Bozo rubbing against my bare skin. After I was washed all over, Daddy would shampoo my hair, his surgeon's hands massaging my scalp. He'd use a big cup we got at Disneyland to rinse off all the shampoo and he'd put on the conditioner. After disappearing for a few minutes to put the pizza he'd gotten on the way home in the oven, he'd turn the shower on and I'd rinse my hair and get rid of all the soap on my body. After I was dry, I'd put on a. Slurry was primarily interested in the younger pictures of her husband-pictures that could only be found by this method since they likely would not be referenced in the database with his name or any other identifying information."Fuckin' aye," the computer said, and then, a second later, "Request sent. Awaiting reply."The reply, she knew, was going to take about sixteen minutes. This was not because of the time needed to search through the databases-Martian computer technology made this sort of. The excitement you’d felt at hearing his voice was tempered with anxiety at the harshness of his tone. Is he mad at you? Did he hear about your maths exam?Standing there in front of him, you smooth the short skirt of your sundress against your pale legs. Brushing a few stray strands of red hair away from your freckled face, you try to smile through the uncertainty. Your eyes catch, as they so often do, on the way his stubble accentuates the strong line of his jaw, and you fail to notice the.