It was noordinary shoe-box, but one made of wood and covered in white leather.The inside was lined with white mink. "Set my platforms next to me,dixie... Kneel on the bed on all fours. Look into the camera. And smilefor Pete's sake. Don't be so tense."Stacey was fooling around with the remote control for the cameras.She loved playing director. She was able to pan and follow my everymovement, zoom in close, or widen out. She zoomed camera 1 onherself, showing her sitting at her dresser. Camera 2. ”She was nervous as hell, she looked around everywhere, and then she ever so slowly reached up under her skirt and then just as slowly lowered her panties. Obviously she didn’t realize that taking a hundred times longer to accomplish the same thing would make it a hundred times more possible to get caught. Her panties were not the silky kind either, they were made of cotton, and they got stuck between her knees. She started to panic, so I reached down and pushed them to her ankles and let her. He took my cue and plunged into me deeper and faster. With each thrust, I moaned louder. I screamed his name, "Andrew! Andrew! Andrew, I'm cumming again!!" Andrew thrusted faster until I soaked his cock with my love. He slowed down for me to catch my breath, then when I was able to catch my breath, he pulled me over to lay on his chest.He held me there to kiss me and to tell me how beautiful I am screaming his name. I looked at him with a satified face and said his name softly, "Andrew." . We don't have any genetic defects to pass on to any children we would have. As for me being your daughter, there's no getting around that one. Outside of our family nobody would have to know that. We can choose any name we want for a fake birth certificate if we plant one. Besides that, bigamy is kind of frowned upon too."I hated to deny my Angel anything, and when I said "if you still feel the same way on your sixteenth birthday, we'll discuss it then." I had the strangest experience to.