I practically had my whole fuckin fist in my pussy, slamming it in and out, banging my clit with my other hand until it was on fire. I could feel the...heat building even more. I went harder, faster, slamming my pussy with everything in me. I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and tweak of my clit, I was flying high as a kite. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy juice poured out of me and all over my hand and dripped down my. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m really sorry for what I did.”“I know, Pumpkin. Shall we go downstairs?”“Hold me for two minutes, please?”I actually got three, which made me feel even more loved, because Dad gave me a bit of extra time. I didn’t want to get out of his lap, but I knew I had to. I wanted SO badly to show him how much I loved him, but it wasn’t the right time. I kissed him on the cheek, then slipped from his lap. He got up and we left my room together and went downstairs.I wondered who. Then I pulled one out and lit up. Frankly it tasted shitty to begin with, and I coughed a bit. But slowly the taste seemed to improve as the tingly rush from having been without nicotine for nearly 4 hours swept through my body. It was nice. Soon everything was cool, even though I found myself fighting with a slow moving Winnebago.As I passed the Motorhome with Idaho plates. I felt something odd. My pants were uncomfortable. After I settled back in my lane I undid the button. That felt a bit. She offered a quick thank you, then minimized her computer screen and tore open the seal on the envelope. Inside was a single folded piece of paper that had written in print; “OPEN YOUR E-MAIL AND CLICK YES ON OUR TERMS OF SERVICE!” Joyce looked over the brief yet commanding message. She checked the envelope; it was indeed addressed to her by name and desk.Submitting to her curiosity in the knowledge that her work would keep for the next five minutes, she opens up her e-mail. There she found.