Perhaps the hormones of motherhood would provide the answer to her lack of arousal. Was she always going to be frigid, Pong asked himself wearily afte... their first daughter was born?Their second daughter was born in 1979, when Sandra was twenty and by that time he had almost stopped caring. She was utterly faithful as far as he knew, she was always pliantly available when he wanted her, but she couldn’t respond beyond a certain point and there was nothing more he could do about it.Other men. Now she was at my side and shifted her weight so she could turn to face me as she lifted her right leg across my chest and straddled me, her big brown eyes never leaving my gaze, "Fuck you are so beautiful" i told her. "If i am beautiful then you better fuck me then daddy." She replied.I lifted my hands up towards her, "Give me your hands honey so i can support you as you lower yourself." She reached down and i clasped both her dainty hands in mine, holding her firmly but gently as she bent her. I praised her for making such a delicious lunch and she was very happy. Then I left her house.The same day around 8 pm she called me again and requested to sleep in her house as she feared in sleeping alone in her house. I agreed and at 9pm I went to her house. As she opened the door I was stunned by seeing her, see was wearing a pink slim fit t-shirt with low bow exposing the cave between her boobs and a black colored tight legging showing her sexy legs. Her full slim body shape was clearly. He pulled it down and her perky young breasts popped out of their cups. He mouth latched on to a tit and sucked. Lindsay gasped at the feeling of Mr Anderson’s mouth at her nipple. His teeth grazed her areola and she shuddered. “Sensitive huh?” He came up for air and then proceeded to start on the other tit. When he bit down on this nipple she cried out. Loudly. Mr Anderson, conscious of his secretary outside, pulled the girl's tie from around her shoulders, put it in her mouth and tied it.