It's mine. Blame me, not him. I practically raped him." Stan himself was trying to interrupt back, but Anne wouldn't let him, continuing, "You laid th... groundwork, for which I will always be grateful. I took advantage of that, unknowingly, but I did. It was you that brought Stan out of his depression, as he's just said, it was you that got him able to think about another woman at all, and I believe it was probably you that put dance classes in his mind, though I don't remember him telling me. I lapped it up eagerly and jacked my dick furiously, trying to meet her orgasm again.But Ann relaxed again just as I brought my cock to the brink of bursting. I stood up and leaned over her, one hand on the back of the couch. “Take daddy’s come again, honey,” I begged.My daughter leaned forward and licked the sensitive underside of my cock head, already fingering her slit again. “Rub my pussy with it,” she said. “I’m going to come again already, daddy!” I gripped my dick tightly and kneeled. She had long black hair, black as coal, which hung down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were small, to be sure, but they were there and were surmounted by fine large nipples. She had a smoothly curing rear, not too large or small, but fit her just right.Her skin was so white, and pure, hardly a blemish on it, and it looked so smooth. The only hair she had was on her head, and a small tuft over her lady nest, which barely hid her feminine notch. But those eyes, omg those eyes. Black they. Moments later I slowly pulled my shrinking cock out and sat on the couch to recover. Maya, her hair disheveled, dismounted from Steve and collapsed next to me. She kissed me and then snuggled against my chest as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Steve got up as a satisfied smile traced across his face. “Well, Hank,” he said, “Your plan was a complete success.”“Oh yeah,” I whispered, “better than I ever imagined!” He scooped up his clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and get.