Are we clear?" asked John Lane coldly"Yes sir, I'm on my way personally. I won't let you down" Then why are you still here?" Yes sir," said Jack Conkl...n as he rushed out of hisemployer's office.---Mike didn't know what to do with himself. One look outsidehad ended any notion he had of leaving the hotel room fortown. After a very pleasant shower experience, Mike locatedhis suitcase. It was remarkably the same suitcase he hadtaken from his dorm room, but instead of jeans sweatshirtsand men's. In the evening, my jiju, Uday Mishra, 5”9, average looking, slim guy called me that he is coming on the next day to take me to his place in Kolkata.That night I came from my friend’s house. As I entered into my house I heard some noise. It was like a bitch crying, I followed the sound and I was shocked to see my mom being fucked in her ass by my uncle. I rushed towards my room and had a mixed feeling of shame and anger. I was not able to believe that how could my mother be such a slut that she. I knew that even though McKayla was gone, her spirit lived on in our daughter, whom she had raised to be her own.Ander and Brin stayed for a couple of days.Don and Suzie for a bit longer. The three of us sat at the kitchen table. Maureen had just left for school.The worst part for me was coming up. The past week had been filled with friends and family. There were things for me to do, places to go, stuff to take care of. Now it would just be me and my daughter, alone for the first time.Her. She had the body of a goddess and her ex was correct- she missed her calling as a dancer. Her nipples were erect and strong, perched on top of her perfectly formed breasts.I stripped out of my polo shirt and tossed it across the consoles and in to the driver’ seat. I unfastened my belt. She turned and faced me, pulling her hair back over her left shoulder.“Let me,” she said, reaching out to feel my manhood through the fabric of my jeans.She slowly lowered the zipper on my jeans as she looked up.