"Hi, this is Adam Jonson," I explained. "I'm looking for my mom, Cynthia." Oh, hi, Adam. Well you know, a few minutes ago a girl came in and asked for...your mom, and the two of them went into Mr. Bogswamp's office. I believe they're still there." Was this girl naked?" Ah, you know, I think she was, now that you mention it." OK, I'll call back later," I told the receptionist, then we disconnected.Ben, Dan, and I shook hands and made plans to meet outside the gym at ten after eight the next. I’m not a MENSA member, but I can recognize an obvious pattern when I see one. I took the other sandwich and offered it to Kendi. She took a bite and laid her head on my shoulder.I was consumed with multiple sensations. Her warm vagina, her hair on my skin, her chewing movement as she rested her head on me. Setting her sandwich down, I put both of my hands on her butt and slowly chewed my own mouthful.When Kendi felt me swallow she leaned back and took a spoonful of soup and fed me. It was a. A loud mutual groan escaped father and daughter's lips as Presley began going faster, riding her father's cock with enthusiasm as she eagerly awaited another orgasm. She kept going at this pace for a while, then tried to go even faster, but she quickly got tired. She was using muscles she rarely did, and it didn't take long for her to slow down. She rode her father slowly for a few moments and then she had an idea and decided to try something. She lowered herself onto her father, stopping with. She was still there, just stronger,and with a touch of scruff along her jawline. Her hands came up to wipethe mascara stained tears away from her eyes. She sniffled some more andthen put my face in her hands, her humongous palms."Hey," she said simply. I smiled back and moved my hands to hers.We stared into each other's eyes for a long time, just checking in witheach other. Then, I stood up and leaned all the way into her for a kiss.She pulled me in and then up onto her lap. We sat there.