"Why don't you trust me?" she sobbed."I trust you Hannah", he replied calmly. "But I am your father-" No, you are not", she cut him.Jen stopped breath...ng for a moment. She hadn't even imagined that Hannah was capable of saying that but it seemed that she had underestimated the kid."I'm the only one you've got"."Jen said you would understand", she cried. "She promised that you would listen to me"."She doesn't know me that well".At least that part was true, Jen thought. It was really none of her. "She looked shocked by my sudden independence. I asked her, "Is that notfair?"She hesitated and then admitted, "Yes it is fair, but I was hoping youmight just forgive me."I stood up and told her, "That I cannot do Mary, you were very cruel tome and I demand justice."She told me, "Yes dear, I understand. I want to work things out withyou."I told her, "Then you can start by kneeling in front of me with yourmouth open." She slowly sank to her knees and opened her mouth. I lifted my dress. You reach out and brush your hand over my hip and hook your finger into the top of my shorts, pulling them down over the top of swollen head of my ever hardening cock, and you them pull my trunks off leaving me standing naked in front of you, my cock hard and gently throbbing in excitement. I take a sip of champagne and lean down to your sexy mouth and kiss you deeply, the bubbles transferring across our tongues, and as I lie down next to you you feel your skin tingle as our bodies touch. I. There were several letters from single men, attracted no doubt by Lizbeth photographs; there were several letters from people so far away that we had no hope of visiting them except on vacation and that would not allow us to reach a solid friendship.There were also letters that could have been interesting without the pictures enclosed."There are a lot of attractive people in swinging, but this couple surely isn't among them." I said after opening one such reply.Lizbeth just looked and.