Adam sighed. He was looking forward to the idea that he might be able to remember stuff from his past. The things collected for him while in his coma ...ere tucked away in a storage space in town. He used to go there all the time and look through stuff, hoping to jog his memory, but nothing ever happened and after a while he stopped going. The fact that he had almost remembered something on his own made him think of it. Maybe he would go there and try again. The decision was made before he even. Reluctantly, Randy dropped his pants, and got out of them, as Katie kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that this, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought it was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline books, but rather, just the way society has accepted it, and Katie resigned to accept it, too."Look at how hard. “Not my ass,” I said again and Tebs slid into me so deep I was dizzy and almost blacked out. He grabbed my hips and began pounding my pussy much harder than before. I won’t lie — it fucking hurt, and I put my hand on his waist, wanting him to slow him down. But he simply went deeper.He was rough, pounding me so hard that I wanted it to stop. He finally did when he came again then collapsed on top of me, squashing me into the mattress. I was now very sore and glad it was over. I wondered how. She stood up, took a step back and stood there looking naughty as hell for a few seconds before she said “you like?” instead of answering I just slowly raised my hand until it was on her waist and slowly slid it down her hip and across her thigh teasing the very edge of her pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall moving a little towards my hand each time I stroked. Using my thumb I slowly rubbed her clit in a circular motion and she started to shake. I could tell she wanted more.