She's going off with her dad." Rinsed again, she was asked to choose her conditioner ... Redken is what she wanted ... that was brushed in and let set...until she had three more orgasms ... including one from mom.Fluffed and brushed, patted and oiled, powdered and pampered, she looked like a hair products advertisement on Cosmo. Mom had brought Megan clean clothes. They dressed her from the skin out while she was struggling to stand ... weak knees ... too much sex ... poor thing ... don't you. "As you can see, the little woman's really taken with the place!" Not such a little woman!" Mr Hanspacker thought somewhat wryly, although he was far too much of a gentleman to give voice to such an uncharitable opinion, no matter how emphatically and corporeally it might be justified!"Well, I wish you both joy of the old place!" He paused and then continued. "I don't want to find myself told at some future point that I have sold you a pig in a poke. I must issue a bit of a caveat."A few. I want you in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to love me. Faster, now, and harder. I love you so very much.” Evan was silent except for the occasional panting of his exertion. His emotions were overflowing with love and desire, yet he was unable to speak. He was delighted to hear Emily’s expressions of love and need. Her usual restraint seemed to dissolved as he pounded himself into her. “Yes, my darling,” Emily gasped. “Like that. Oh, Evan. Thank you, darling. Thank you for making you. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her down and smiled pleasantly as she filled in the book. "What's the date?" she asked, instantly regretting forcing more conversation out of the receptionist than was.