You’ll just have to trust me on this. Hopefully it might be a bridge to clear up a major problem for her. Just maybe you’ll be the beneficiary.”...t was early the next Monday when his phone rang. “Daddy,” the voice on the other end said, “Will you come down for the weekend? I have to talk with you.”During his drive to Boulder on Friday afternoon he remembered Claire saying, “And I have to warn you, as she gets to know your intentions uh; Stacy is going to come on to you sexually.” He wasn’t ready. "Dale Pouchette was the electrical engineer. I soon found he spoke little of his ancestors tongue. He was the shortest man here but he was very strong. I did most of his questioning, as I knew much more about electricity than John. Dale worked for both Ontario and Quebec Hydro. He was currently working for a company making specialty motors.The housekeeper brought coffee and some pastries while we continued our talk.I said, "I'm the one that is doing the hiring. You might well wonder how this is. I started to gently rub cream onto the front of her thighs, acutely conscious of the fact that her pussy was practically right under my nose, encased in those bikini pants, and I couldn’t help wondering if she trimmed it, or perhaps even shaved it. I had to deliberately steer my thoughts back to the job at hand, and I made myself mentally picture my fat, ugly third grade teacher, Mrs Buscombe, to get my mind off Casey’s pussy. After I had finished rubbing the cream into Casey’s legs, I looked. Jasmine now took her fingers out of my cunt and making a fist shoved her hand back into my cunt with enough force to make me cry out in more pain as she now started to fist fuck my cunt. I was soon shooting my juices over her hand and onto her face as she had continued to lick at my cunt. "OH FUCK" I cried out "FUCK" I added as I was launched into a world of lustful bliss. I was so lost in pleasure and I didn't know for how long that I didn't realize she had stopped and had moved up next to.