”“You did?” Lissa asked. “Why?”“I took Ben Bowers with me.” My heart started beating in my throat. Ben Bowers is the art critic for the ...imes. That might not seem like much in a town like ours, but he was highly respected in art circles and had written critiques of work all over the world. He could be a scathing critic or a word from him could make the career of a new artist. Damn! Why had he brought an art critic to see a piece of student art? I grabbed both Lissa’s and Melody’s hands under. ..so i go into her room and fuck my sweetest daughter. Feels soooooo good. Such a good girl ... no fight...no nothing..she knows who is in charge. She just lies there like a dead fish and lets me do all the work. Her nice sweet lips. Her fresh vaginal area. Her pussy tastes soooo sweet like brown sugar on buttered toast. How is it that i am a very lucky guy. Well what happens is after this takes place...my wife Heather is presently still at work at the Microsoft place. All i have ever wanted. K.?" Um ... sure Honey. That would be great. No problem." It hadn't dawned on Jennifer that less than ten minutes after his last ejaculation, her son would be ready to start again. Many years had passed since she was a teen herself, so she had little if any recollection of how little time it takes for a teenage boy to get his next hard-on. Jennifer's moment of pondering was broken by sounds coming from her son."Mmmmmmmm ... oh wowww," he whispered."What are you doing Sweetheart?" I'm uh .... By now, Avery is a lot less tense and has a smile on her face. Tammy is still a bit unsure of herself but is enjoying having a naked Avery across her lap. Tammy’s hands start to wonder. The cables are spring-loaded, so there is some tension. Her one hand is pulled to the floor at the end of the couch. Her other arm is draped over the back of the couch. She can easily pull her arms down if she wanted.I walk around to the other end of the couch, picking up her one leg and kissing the top of her.