'Yes, and if the spells you know don't work for some reason, I haveanother I'll teach you.'I sighed. "Go ahead, I can fix it afterwards," I told her.S...e gave me a weird look. "That okay with you Mommy?" She's not actually mine, and she is eighteen, so just ask her," Hannahtold her. "I'm just here for moral support... and diaper duty!"My hair was removed in bulk by the stylist then... Other than on theassignment, I hadn't had that short of hair in years! In the end shehad a bit more of a hybrid. "D...Daddy?" she mumbled, sleep fogging her voice. "Whatcha doin', Dad?"My terrified brain scrambled for words. Here I was, kneeling between my daughter's legs with my cock quivering inside her pussy, and I was supposed to explain myself? "Um...D-Daddy was just m-making sure you were okay," I stammered, blushing furiously. What the fuck did I just say? I had no idea. I just hoped it would make sense to my daughter's half-asleep mind."Daddy, are you fucking me?" my little girl asked in a small,. Oh, wait; he doesn't have a job does he?"Living seventeen miles out of town and running the lawn care business, Pete rapidly lost contact with his old set of friends. Most of them he didn't miss at all. He did keep in touch with Vicky for about six months after the divorce but they drifted apart. The drift apart began when she started to date one man she worked with seriously. Truthfully, Pete and Vicky never were close friends. She was Emily's friend and he was just along for the ride so they. I wanna feel you,” Amy said in a naughty tone, running her palms and fingertips on his chest and his stomach through his shirt.Shaw unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, fast. He then pulled her into his half-naked embrace.“Ahh,” Amy hissed as he pulled her in one swift move.Shaw’s embrace contained strength. Amy loved being dominated by a man who cared for her.Shaw held her hair from her back in his left fist and slowly pulled down, making her turn her head towards him before starting to.